While Noah had expected the manticore to be Remi's chosen form, there was little surprise in him approaching on his own legs; rather, there was a silent understanding. The world required less of the manticore's presence, at the given time. At least, that's how Noah felt. Noah gave his opposite a look up and down, unabashedly looking for any signs of further dismemberment from living at the base of a dragon-infested mountain range, then he stood. He brushed his hands off on his sides, and nearly reached to extend a greeting hand to the Lullaby, before memory served him well.
"An understatement." He shifted his weight some, and huffed out a small breath. "Thanks for coming all this way. It's nice not to have to go so far from the babies." He said, though the real truth was it was not the distance that really concerned Noah -- no, not with his abilities and shifts and the compass perpetually on his person -- but rather the danger that Remi's home posed to those who attempted to travel there. "Have you and Ronin been doing well?"
Better get the pleasantries over and done with before Noah dove into what he wanted this conversation truly to focus on.
