He nodded to Deimos when the big man appeared, offering a ghost of a smile for the warrior who was becoming a friend in spite of their rocky beginnings. Ronin, too, was welcomed with a nod and a flicker of his fingers for Sugar. Isuma was not along on this venture, given what he knew of the gas and the fear that it had lingered with nowhere to go.
Jigano was as ready as he could be, and as soon as they reached the first few whiffs of gas - he remembered it, remembered open sores and weeping eyes, blood and pus and poison in his veins - he poured water over his masking fabric and wrapped it around his head. It was not perfect, and he would have suffered stoically as long as he could have, but Amalia's plea fell on ears more sympathetic than he had expected. Gruff though she was, reluctant though she seemed, Delah still created masks for him, and he accepted his from Amalia with a smile for his sister before he put it on - and a deep bow for the Fae warchief.
He did not have a Fae's wings, but he was nimble as he stepped lightly over and around the rubble, poised and better balanced now that he was able to breathe more easily. If it looked as though any of the others was struggling or needed a hand for balance he would offer it, but otherwise he followed in the Fae's footsteps, anxiety trembling deep in his chest at what they would find below.
Jigano was as ready as he could be, and as soon as they reached the first few whiffs of gas - he remembered it, remembered open sores and weeping eyes, blood and pus and poison in his veins - he poured water over his masking fabric and wrapped it around his head. It was not perfect, and he would have suffered stoically as long as he could have, but Amalia's plea fell on ears more sympathetic than he had expected. Gruff though she was, reluctant though she seemed, Delah still created masks for him, and he accepted his from Amalia with a smile for his sister before he put it on - and a deep bow for the Fae warchief.
He did not have a Fae's wings, but he was nimble as he stepped lightly over and around the rubble, poised and better balanced now that he was able to breathe more easily. If it looked as though any of the others was struggling or needed a hand for balance he would offer it, but otherwise he followed in the Fae's footsteps, anxiety trembling deep in his chest at what they would find below.
