Jigano’s suggestion is far more welcome than perhaps the bard could have guessed. Beaming, Seiji nods. “Yes! I would like that very much.” He does not recognize the names Jigano lists, but the idea of a night spent in music, talking trade, warm and comfortable, is almost too much to bear. How dearly he yearns for the sensation of belonging once more, though he remembers so very little of his past life. Only: he was happy there. He had not wished to leave.
He takes in Jigano’s advice with the same eager cheer, happy to think of doing something. Of perhaps adventuring with compatriots. “I will be careful,” Seiji assures him. “Please tell me if you or others are going there. I would like to help.” Until then… He sighs, happily enough. “Thank you, Jigano. You are always so kind to me. I would like to… repay that. Even a little.” Even if it is not necessary. “I should go and tell Kiada,” Seiji adds absently. He has gone too long without speaking to her, anyway.
He takes in Jigano’s advice with the same eager cheer, happy to think of doing something. Of perhaps adventuring with compatriots. “I will be careful,” Seiji assures him. “Please tell me if you or others are going there. I would like to help.” Until then… He sighs, happily enough. “Thank you, Jigano. You are always so kind to me. I would like to… repay that. Even a little.” Even if it is not necessary. “I should go and tell Kiada,” Seiji adds absently. He has gone too long without speaking to her, anyway.
