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It was a blessing that Remi wouldn't be able to see the pain or sadness in Ronin's expression that such a simple gesture could create. Isla shook her head no. There was little, if no way at all back from this. "It's alright, I've got you," he assured the alchemist as they made their way across the room; Ronin walked slow and carefully, trying not to make any jerking movements as he seated Remi in the chair. Letting out a long sigh through his nose, he nodded before realising the other man wouldn't see. "Luckily enough, I spent long enough in the military to know a few tricks. I'm just going to the kitchen, I'll be right back." The hunter's footsteps were much faster as he left Remi's side, and it wouldn't be long before he returned with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. By that point, a worried and upset Sugar had also come to investigate, crooning softly and nosing at Remi's hand where she had perched on the arm of the chair. "I've got some hot water here, and a cloth. This will make your bandages wet, but it should stop them sticking." Ronin dipped the cloth in the water, before leaning forward to untie the bandages. He pressed the warm, wet fabric against the trickier parts of the dressing, trying to tease it away without tugging too much. Even so, it wasn't a process he confessed to know well. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.