"They do say that opposites attract," Jigano agreed with a chuckle at the comparison to fire and water. "A rebel healer and the fighting son of a corrupt nobleman? I'm not sure it gets much more opposite than that!" He shook his head ruefully as he considered his own relationship with Rory. He'd never really thought of them as opposites so much as complimenting each other's strengths and weaknesses, like two pieces of the same puzzle that fit together perfectly - physically, emotionally, and in every other way they had found together.
"I'm happy that you found her again," he added, though the weight of the blight was taking its toll on him, too. He was chilled even more than usual out in the snow, and as fascinating as Sunjata's tale had been, the bard was finding it hard to carry the weight of the conversation much further. He turned back to his assaying materials, scrounging to find enough loose stones to make a small cairn to mark the spot so the snow wouldn't cover it completely again before he returned.
"Is she working in the Infirmary?" he asked curiously. "Or the, ah, the 'medical college,' since you were helping Phoebe there before?"
"I'm happy that you found her again," he added, though the weight of the blight was taking its toll on him, too. He was chilled even more than usual out in the snow, and as fascinating as Sunjata's tale had been, the bard was finding it hard to carry the weight of the conversation much further. He turned back to his assaying materials, scrounging to find enough loose stones to make a small cairn to mark the spot so the snow wouldn't cover it completely again before he returned.
"Is she working in the Infirmary?" he asked curiously. "Or the, ah, the 'medical college,' since you were helping Phoebe there before?"
