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REMI

the alchemist

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

"Sorry." Remi says a touch dully, before waggling his fingers that are now mostly human. "No healing here." He nearly snarks something about how if only they had Loren to help, but refrains. The last thing he'd need was for fate to bring the summoner along and he wasn't about to provoke anyone listening. Accepting the drink happily, Remi lets it sit in the glass for a moment instead of downing it instantly. There are still feathers and bits of mane amidst his curls and he's quite sure that to drink it now with so much of him still shifted would be a mistake.

Raising a brow in mild surprise, Remi just snorts. "I'm shocked there's no random snippet of his history wherein he was thrown into icy waters and forced to learn to swim." He said with a roll of his eyes, leaning back against the ropes and groaning under his breath as his side snarled in pain.

"Isn't he just a healer? I can't honestly see Zariah and Neron starting a war just because Loren isn't allowed to sunbathe on a beach." Still, Sunjata isn't wrong, and the way Remi unhappily raises the glass to his lips says as much. The alcohol burns as it goes down his throat and he relishes the sensation, putting the glass down on the sand with a satisfying ahhhh. "Much as Torchline is a place that is happy to accept petty vengeance, I suppose my first act as Governor probably shouldn't be banning Loren."

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!