[se] now the days go by so fast

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi tries not to flinch, but he does just the same. Closing his eyes and inhaling softly, he merely nods in the face of his daughter's threat. Real or feigned, the idea of her wanting to distance herself from him struck a chord, if only because of how badly he'd wanted to do the same from his own father.

Rubbing at the space between his eyes, Remi glances around. "Just prepping the treehouse in case anyone needs to take shelter here during LongNight." He explains, gesturing to a few sacks of food. "I was going to do a few repairs and then make sure that the stock of candles was full."  A question lingered on his tongue—do you want to help...?—but he found that no part of his mouth was willing to let the words slip by.