"Huh." Her head bobbed with a slow nod, processing the information before deciding that there simply wasn't enough context for her to make any graceful leaps or bounds in understanding. The ideas and concepts that defined "her world" were still so indistinct that the parallels she could draw came more like some knee-jerk response. Still, it was solid advice that she took to heart, or at the very least wanted to try.
Jigano's concern for his own well-being was met with a dispassionate stare and a ponderous silence, as well as his offer of healing, as though it needed much consideration. Still, she hesitated to invite him closer, finding herself simply unable to form the words or find a gesture to beckon him. The only offer of confirmation came as he approached to steal away the cloak as she gave the woolen fabric a limp-wristed shove in his general direction, gathering her thoughts with a deep inhale. "I don't really blame you too much. I probably would if you made a wrong move. Assume it's safer for us both this way." She watched, but did not so much interfere, perhaps a bit sad to see such a nice cloak go to shreds like this. It was a tragedy that an object that spoke of craftsmanship or the wealth required to attain such neat hand stitching of flowers and vines was being reduced by necessity and happenstance to rags though she did not imagine that it would serve her much good in this heat. All transitions demand sacrifice, she reassured herself, and in turn offered him what she hoped was an affirming smile. "We'll see about that training."
His confidence was at least making a decent attempt at reassuring her of his conviction and capabilities, though his proximity was making her uncomfortable. She remembered long-limbed wolves in traps, their limbs proportioned and contorted in strangely human ways, their minds almost entirely animal, how once she had found a human arm gnawed off at the elbow with gnarled claws and coarse black hair sprouting from its knuckles, a bear trap clamped above the wrist. If only the threat on her freedom as something so simple as a limb in a snare.
"Melinoë." She told a distant wall over his shoulder a name, her brow furrowed as she resumed picking through what he had said to her earlier. "You said there were changed humans- changed how?"
Jigano's concern for his own well-being was met with a dispassionate stare and a ponderous silence, as well as his offer of healing, as though it needed much consideration. Still, she hesitated to invite him closer, finding herself simply unable to form the words or find a gesture to beckon him. The only offer of confirmation came as he approached to steal away the cloak as she gave the woolen fabric a limp-wristed shove in his general direction, gathering her thoughts with a deep inhale. "I don't really blame you too much. I probably would if you made a wrong move. Assume it's safer for us both this way." She watched, but did not so much interfere, perhaps a bit sad to see such a nice cloak go to shreds like this. It was a tragedy that an object that spoke of craftsmanship or the wealth required to attain such neat hand stitching of flowers and vines was being reduced by necessity and happenstance to rags though she did not imagine that it would serve her much good in this heat. All transitions demand sacrifice, she reassured herself, and in turn offered him what she hoped was an affirming smile. "We'll see about that training."
His confidence was at least making a decent attempt at reassuring her of his conviction and capabilities, though his proximity was making her uncomfortable. She remembered long-limbed wolves in traps, their limbs proportioned and contorted in strangely human ways, their minds almost entirely animal, how once she had found a human arm gnawed off at the elbow with gnarled claws and coarse black hair sprouting from its knuckles, a bear trap clamped above the wrist. If only the threat on her freedom as something so simple as a limb in a snare.
"Melinoë." She told a distant wall over his shoulder a name, her brow furrowed as she resumed picking through what he had said to her earlier. "You said there were changed humans- changed how?"
