Remi gaped. His lips parted and his eyes blinked, and for a moment the vine around Ianto both tugged and softened as the alchemist's fingers clenched and loosened. "Ahh.." The sound left his lips before he had a chance to wrangle it into a word, and so it sort of died rather than becoming anything coherent. Blinking stupid at Ianto as pink doused his cheeks, Remi was entirely without words. "I...I am sorry. About the memories. I were told you were quite important to me." Remi offered slowly. Sadly.
"Well, we are all in there. I suppose everyone will be coming to explore. I wonder what they will think when they are repeatedly spat out by the forest."
Smiling shyly, Remi shrugged with a boyish sort of casualness. "So that is you, then? Trundling about an enchanted forest with a wagon? Oh, sorry. An excellent wagon?"
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
