BrainDed

As she came closer, the dim candlelight finally illuminating her, the smile disappeared entirely from his face. "Phoebe, what—" He began to say, before happily wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him. She didn't seem to wince away or cry in pain, and given that she was walking on her own, she couldn't be too poorly injured. But the blood, the general state of her...that was about as unlike Phoebe as he'd ever known her. Pulling back slightly, he clasped his hands against her cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes as if he was about to kiss her. Instead his gaze just shifted back and forth, as if trying to convince himself that she was alright. "The house?" He encouraged gently. "Isla said you were going to stay at the infirmary with her, and then you never did. What happened? Where were you? And how...why are you here now?" Then, because of course none of those questions really mattered in the face of the last one, Remi asked gravely: "Whose blood is this?" REMI Everything looks perfect from far away