flew me to places I'd never been

i've got a river for a soul

"There will always be something." The alchemist said almost offhandedly, his shoulders rising and falling lightly. A power stronger, a way around it, a way to weaken the summoner. Whatever it was Loren was defending against, whatever the real fear was, he didn't think Frey would be able to provide it.

Then again, what did he know?

"Into the slits in the wood." And lo and behold, slits appeared. As they positioned the glass (which would be relatively straight forward), Remi would transmute the wooden window frames to accept the glass panel, sealing over it once again.