And, you know, if Nat hadn't been so young at the time... Well. Remy understands his teammates a lot better than they understand themselves sometimes. Except Anya. She has depths darker than anyone, and her heart is deep as grief and the sea.
Just a curse. A week of bad dreams, mild bad luck. Nothing too major. Tripping over his own shoelaces, his computer crashing, a red sock getting into his whites in the laundry, getting big itchy mosquito bites, stuff like that.