"It quite likes hopscotch," Mort says with a wink, as if Remi might use that to his advantage the next time he needs to go and see the herald. To finally hear the yes he's been waiting for, though, has the deity clasping Remi close in an embrace that's as much celebration as relief for him being able to lay down his burdens at last. "I am so happy to hear you say that," he whispers.
Drawing back, brimming with things to impart to his new chosen, it appears that there is some unfinished business, first, to deal with. Mort's expression drops into something more solemn at once, his brow furrowing, and the nod he gives to Remi is slow with understanding. "I see," he says gently. "That will not do at all, will it? Thank you for letting me know." And leave it with me, of course, does not need to be said.
"Speaking of things in places they shouldn't be, though," he continues, still clasping Remi's right hand and smiling down at it. "I think it is time this was allowed to go home. You will have your own arm back, of course, good as new. Is that alright?"
Drawing back, brimming with things to impart to his new chosen, it appears that there is some unfinished business, first, to deal with. Mort's expression drops into something more solemn at once, his brow furrowing, and the nod he gives to Remi is slow with understanding. "I see," he says gently. "That will not do at all, will it? Thank you for letting me know." And leave it with me, of course, does not need to be said.
"Speaking of things in places they shouldn't be, though," he continues, still clasping Remi's right hand and smiling down at it. "I think it is time this was allowed to go home. You will have your own arm back, of course, good as new. Is that alright?"
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