Adam made no move towards the lantern, and Jigano relaxed again, going back to his washing. Hands clean it was time to work on his arms and torso where the blood had seeped through his clothing, and he began to empty the pockets sewn into the wide sleeves of his tunic, setting aside a small collection of useful odds and ends; pencil stubs and folded paper, neatly coiled wire and thread, a set of broken spectacles and two small mirrors, cotton wadding and a small set of embroidery scissors in a wooden sheath.
"Right now?" Jigano repeated as he was gathering things safely off to the side and away from the water. "...No, not... that's not what I meant," he corrected with a faint grimace. "Sorry. I just meant later this week. I'll... probably need some distraction anyways. Practice will make it easier for you, too." Adam had proven to be a remarkably adept pupil given how late in life he was starting, but Jigano was glad to see his interest and teaching something he loved was a nice break from all the misery and gloom that had lead up to LongNight.
That continued tenfold now that the darkness had fallen once more.
He pulled his tunic over his head in the same slow, weary way he had done everything else, revealing a lean body beneath the veiling cloth, one that was toned and defined far more than it had been when he had arrived on Caido. Silver scars traced over his left shoulder where flesh had once been shredded and torn, and he began to scrub the blood on his arms and chest with the same rough, efficient strokes he had used to clean his hands.
"Right now?" Jigano repeated as he was gathering things safely off to the side and away from the water. "...No, not... that's not what I meant," he corrected with a faint grimace. "Sorry. I just meant later this week. I'll... probably need some distraction anyways. Practice will make it easier for you, too." Adam had proven to be a remarkably adept pupil given how late in life he was starting, but Jigano was glad to see his interest and teaching something he loved was a nice break from all the misery and gloom that had lead up to LongNight.
That continued tenfold now that the darkness had fallen once more.
He pulled his tunic over his head in the same slow, weary way he had done everything else, revealing a lean body beneath the veiling cloth, one that was toned and defined far more than it had been when he had arrived on Caido. Silver scars traced over his left shoulder where flesh had once been shredded and torn, and he began to scrub the blood on his arms and chest with the same rough, efficient strokes he had used to clean his hands.
