#characterdevelopm

“I’ve been thinkin’ about that Rem.”  Alyssa offers to him, as she turns back to the desk full of objects.  She sets aside the key, and picks up a damaged mantle piece clock, setting about polishing the ash off the fine wood that makes up the body of it.  “Y’want t’fix this one?  It’d look nice.”  A moment of distraction before she recalls what she was about to say.  “Right.  ‘ands.  Think it’d ‘elp t’ave more ‘ands around ‘ere?”

Remy reaches past the redheaded woman, plucking the clock from her hands, and opening the back of it to get a look at the clockwork within.  “I could fix this one ya.  Wouldn’t take long at all.  Y’want it?”  He gets her nod, and pulls up another chair beside her at the desk, playfully elbowing her to make room.  “Pass me m’tools love?  And whatcha mean more hands?  Thinkin’ we hire some labor from the next caravan?  Don’t know if we could afford it, and you know as well as I do we’re crazy enough stayin’ here.  Or is there another man,” he teases, “because I...”

Aly reaches over, gently placing a finger to his lips.  “S’not what I meant.  Any o’that.  I just ‘ave been thinkin’.  It’d be good right, f’me to ‘one what I can do a bit?  Seems like we see more Forsaken on the border every day.  What if I...”

“Lyssi don’t you even.”

“No but if I just...”

“Lys.  No, y’already done too much.”

Alyssa sighs, casting hazel eyes back to the table, pulling over a flask, nudging glasses from in her hair to on her nose as she looks it over.  “Just an Imp Rem.  It can’t be that ‘ard, all I ‘ave t’do is open the gate, let it in, and control it.  Just one.  It could ‘elp with the gardenin...”

Remy sets down the clock and his delicate tools to look the young woman in the eye more directly.  “Alyssa.  I love you, I just want t’be sure you’re makin’ the right decision here.  The things you can do, they’ve gotten us out o’some tough spots.  They will again too.  Just don’t take risks you don’t have t’take.”  He leans in, lightly kissing her forehead, before moving to get up.  “M’goin’ t’go make sure the cows get under the overhang, I’ll fix this clock in a bit, k’love?”

“’old on,” Alyssa pushes out of her chair as well, stepping up to him as he turns, and throws arms around his neck, rising up to press lips to his, another slow loving kiss.  “Thank you Rem.  I promise I’ll think about it, and I won’t do it without you knowin’.”  Another brush of lips, and she settles back, loosely holding him, looking into his eyes.  “I love you Remy.  Every day.  We didn’t get the best ‘and, but we ‘ave each other.  M’goin’ t’go start ‘eatin’ water for you.  You’ll want a ‘ot bath when y’come back in.”