Clearing his throat slightly, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip and remained motionless for a moment. Eventually, though, he did shake his head slightly. "Isla thinks that...the damage was too severe. It was not the sort of thing she is capable of healing. Of anyone is healing, I suppose."
Feeling his cheek cupped, Remi ran a hand over it, leaning into the warm hand. "Stuff like this?" The alchemist replied with a light laugh. "You mean you? If so, I do not know if I can promise that." His smile was jovial and youthful, ignorant of the storm clouds lurking in his friends gaze.
Feeling his cheek cupped, Remi ran a hand over it, leaning into the warm hand. "Stuff like this?" The alchemist replied with a light laugh. "You mean you? If so, I do not know if I can promise that." His smile was jovial and youthful, ignorant of the storm clouds lurking in his friends gaze.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
