Wounded and wary Jigano could understand, and he paused at the bared teeth, reading the message loud and clear. He waited until the tension eased and sanity returned to blue eyes - and then he waited a moment longer, until the other man found his voice again. He nodded slowly - did everything slowly, so as not to startle the stranger - and finished crossing the distance between them, kneeling to examine the wound. He could feel his magic gathering, the shimmering strings of gold in his soul vibrating with joyful eagerness to reach for the pain he could sense so near at hand, but he held them in check a moment longer.
The tale was a good one, worth a drink on a better day. At the moment it was more than enough to earn a wry grin as Jigano reached up to hold the tourniquet. "I'm Jigano. Babbling is kind of my stock on trade, as a matter of fact. Now - steady yourself on my shoulders if you need to. I don't know how you feel about magic, but I hope you don't mind it being used to save your life." He'd stop as soon as the bleeding did, if Harper indicated that he was, in fact, anti-magic, but for the moment he settled for letting the music carry the heat from his hands into the wound, closing arteries and veins and slowly beginning to knit the deepest of the damage back together. "What brought you out to the woods today?" he murmured distractedly while he worked, hoping to take the other man's mind off the feeling of his flesh slowly re-knitting itself. "Aside from wrestling bears, that is."
The tale was a good one, worth a drink on a better day. At the moment it was more than enough to earn a wry grin as Jigano reached up to hold the tourniquet. "I'm Jigano. Babbling is kind of my stock on trade, as a matter of fact. Now - steady yourself on my shoulders if you need to. I don't know how you feel about magic, but I hope you don't mind it being used to save your life." He'd stop as soon as the bleeding did, if Harper indicated that he was, in fact, anti-magic, but for the moment he settled for letting the music carry the heat from his hands into the wound, closing arteries and veins and slowly beginning to knit the deepest of the damage back together. "What brought you out to the woods today?" he murmured distractedly while he worked, hoping to take the other man's mind off the feeling of his flesh slowly re-knitting itself. "Aside from wrestling bears, that is."
