Bedside manner

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Isla, who could not appropriately reply, merely stepped back. As Rory had already noticed (and Remi had not) the dark mare before Rory was acting anything like a normal horse should. Not only was her body-awareness terrible, but things that even the most well-trained animals would have spooked at (or at the very least given a second-glance), Isla ignored. She moved as if she had hands, realizing only belatedly that she did not and awkwardly using her lips in place. At the conclusion of Rmei's retelling, Isla appeared to shrug. Or rather, she appeared to be trying to shrug, but of course her shoulders no longer could rise and fall the way she likely meant them to. With an annoyance flick of her tail (that at least, seemed a very mareish-response to the situation). Ruefully, Remi nodded in agreement, though his expression softened at the mention of the perch. The alchemist had heard something outside, but had assumed it was just monsters monstering about. "What?" Remi said, eyes wide. He took a hesitant step closer, glancing towards Isla. Apparently with Rory's burns more or less healed now, the state of Remi was less important. "Are you—" He asked, concern coating his voice. "—Amalia?" At this, Isla pricked her ears forward and immediately clopped out of the room. If there were more patients, then she didn't have time to stand around listening to Rory and Remi talk about what idiots they'd both been. Glancing back towards Rory as Isla passed, the alchemist nodded with comprehension, but not necessarily understanding. "Ah.." He mumbled, nibbling the inside of his lip. Softly his eyes fell on Rory, and a spark of mischievousness appeared in his pale stare as one of his brows raised ever so slightly. "Remember all those times now you have told me to be careful...and now here you are." The words were almost out before he had time to think of them. Really, he had no idea where he stood with Rory. They'd interacted enough that the alchemist would happily count Rory as one of his friends, and yet since their chance-encounter that one day before the air turned cold, they hadn't been alone together (not that they needed to be, or that that meant anything). Only that as far as trying to make light of their situation given that Rory was in a hospital bed, might not go over well. Remi really didn't know.