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REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Remi smiled uncertainly beneath the weight of Ianto's gaze. He wanted to linger in it for a moment, to search and seek and see if there was anything at all that might give the fox away as being a spirit or a shade. But the groaning of the bark and boughs pulled his eyes back to the trees and the magical display meant to keep them both safe. "Well it wasn't as though there were many trees to try and get sap from back in Northaven." The alchemist grumbled good naturedly with a sideways grin. So saying, he edged a step closer, magical grip on the knife steady. At the same time as he went to slash the tree with a clean and forceful gliding movement of the blade, the vein suddenly bloomed with brilliantly white flowers that waved in the wicker woman's grasp. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you