Adam's catch was painfully obvious, but it was a mark of how sunk in grief Jigano was that he didn't notice it, nodding at the words even if they didn't sink in very far. 'Yeah' was the only part that really mattered, and he forced himself to get to his feet, though the lantern remained clutched tight to his side. He followed the other man almost mechanically, blinking at the entirely pragmatic question that he should have considered first.
"...Yes," he said after a moment, drawing in a deep breath and blinking as some of the shadows were chased from his eyes by the light in the hall. "I do have some. I packed for the week..." This year he'd been prepared, and he'd expected to bleed helping Kiada and going on his own rounds. He had several changes of clothing, if only he could be bothered to clean up and change into them. "I should get a fresh tunic, at least." It was half question, though not really aimed at Adam as he took another breath again, feeling like he hadn't been breathing since he'd entered the room with the dead.
"Thank you." The offer of clothing was kind, and he would remember it later when his head was less full of the fog of tears. He followed Adam obediently to the washroom, nodding distractedly at Adam's courtesy. "I... probably shouldn't be," he admitted with surprising candor as he moved to fill a bucket with water from a tap. Remi's work, he thought, though he wasn't certain. "I'm not... thinking clearly." To say the least. "Are you sure you want to stay, though? This... probably isn't how you wanted to spend your time." Babysitting a grieving guildmaster who refused to let go of a lantern wasn't high on anyone's list for the evening, he suspected.
"...Yes," he said after a moment, drawing in a deep breath and blinking as some of the shadows were chased from his eyes by the light in the hall. "I do have some. I packed for the week..." This year he'd been prepared, and he'd expected to bleed helping Kiada and going on his own rounds. He had several changes of clothing, if only he could be bothered to clean up and change into them. "I should get a fresh tunic, at least." It was half question, though not really aimed at Adam as he took another breath again, feeling like he hadn't been breathing since he'd entered the room with the dead.
"Thank you." The offer of clothing was kind, and he would remember it later when his head was less full of the fog of tears. He followed Adam obediently to the washroom, nodding distractedly at Adam's courtesy. "I... probably shouldn't be," he admitted with surprising candor as he moved to fill a bucket with water from a tap. Remi's work, he thought, though he wasn't certain. "I'm not... thinking clearly." To say the least. "Are you sure you want to stay, though? This... probably isn't how you wanted to spend your time." Babysitting a grieving guildmaster who refused to let go of a lantern wasn't high on anyone's list for the evening, he suspected.
