Overwhelmed.
He had gone from fugitive to king in the span of a few minutes, and though he had put on a brave face as he left the manor earlier that day, Jigano had not known what to do or say. He had to tell the others, had to lay plans and make sure that they would be ready when Zariah returned but until Ronin joined them he found himself at loose ends.
At least, until he had finally come by the Temple to try and seek solace in either prayer or silence and saw the notice Edrei had pinned to the board. His name... but not Ronin's. Something had gone wrong, and he needed to speak to the Guildmaster, but now it was late and he didn't know what to do.
So he had taken a seat in a pew, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he stared broodingly at the Shrine tucked away in the corner, knowing that no gods could help him with his problems, not after his last prayer with Safrin, but hoping that inspiration might strike, divine or otherwise.
A few ideas were starting to form, faint and tantalizing with promise, when a quiet step from behind caught his attention and he straightened, realizing with a start how the light had faded. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized the last glow of sunset was fading from the sky, and he instinctively shifted his eyes to those of a fox as he looked back to see a familiar face, pale and beautiful in the last light of evening, though no longer as radiant as she had once been.
"Rexanna?" he said softly, loathe to disturb the quiet of the place. "Are you alright?" A fair question, given that he had last seen her sitting in this room near the Launceleyns and avoiding his eyes as she silently supported the Tyrant with body language that had seemed more ashamed than proud.
He had gone from fugitive to king in the span of a few minutes, and though he had put on a brave face as he left the manor earlier that day, Jigano had not known what to do or say. He had to tell the others, had to lay plans and make sure that they would be ready when Zariah returned but until Ronin joined them he found himself at loose ends.
At least, until he had finally come by the Temple to try and seek solace in either prayer or silence and saw the notice Edrei had pinned to the board. His name... but not Ronin's. Something had gone wrong, and he needed to speak to the Guildmaster, but now it was late and he didn't know what to do.
So he had taken a seat in a pew, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he stared broodingly at the Shrine tucked away in the corner, knowing that no gods could help him with his problems, not after his last prayer with Safrin, but hoping that inspiration might strike, divine or otherwise.
A few ideas were starting to form, faint and tantalizing with promise, when a quiet step from behind caught his attention and he straightened, realizing with a start how the light had faded. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized the last glow of sunset was fading from the sky, and he instinctively shifted his eyes to those of a fox as he looked back to see a familiar face, pale and beautiful in the last light of evening, though no longer as radiant as she had once been.
"Rexanna?" he said softly, loathe to disturb the quiet of the place. "Are you alright?" A fair question, given that he had last seen her sitting in this room near the Launceleyns and avoiding his eyes as she silently supported the Tyrant with body language that had seemed more ashamed than proud.
