what we leave behind

"Edrei?" Remi repeated, a bit stunned. All his interactions with the fire-mage were mostly negative. Still, what he knew of her didn't lend itself to running an establishment well. But ... "Well, you always know what you're doing." He said with a light chuckle and shrug. He meant it too. "Yes she...has been quiet about that." Remi said, gazing towards one of the blackened windows as if suddenly the curtain would fall and there would be Isla with all the answers. He couldn't tell if it was her new body or his distracted mind that had made her feel so distant lately. But whatever it was, on the subject of the Infirmary she had been silent thus far. Gladly accepting the bowl, Remi inhaled deeply. The scent brought him back to when they'd first met, and how wonderful the stew had tasted then. Somehow he knew it wouldn't be the same...and yet it would be exactly what he needed. "How...how does magic work? What I've gained so far has just..happened. There seems to be nothing that I have done or not done to influence it. If I wanted to learn to heal...could such a thing be done?" He asked, blowing on a spoonful of stew to try and cool it. R Ǝ M I How dare you say it's nothing to me baby, you're the only light I ever saw