Oliver seemed to be upset about something, but whether it was something specific or a general restlessness Jigano didn't know. He could understand not wanting to be around people at the moment, though, not after all that had been lost, and he nodded silent understanding to the young man's desire to simply be away from it all. He'd been planning on running this excursion alone (memories of his journey with Edy twisting bittersweet through his heart), but at the unexpected offer he tilted his head at the blond youth, looking him over with more focus.
He had seemed a peaceful enough young man at their first meeting, and still carried no weapons that the bard could easily see, but if they encountered trouble he could probably get Oliver to safety before he got hurt - and if he was, Jigano could at least heal him.
Assuming that whatever had blocked him from Healing Amalia completely didn't stop him from doing the same to others.
Finally he nodded, tilting his head in acceptance. He waited for Oliver to catch up with him before he headed off down a broken street, sharp eyes noting landmarks from his previous trips here at the edge of the crumbled desolation of broken lives and shattered pasts. The sun was hot above, but he had a soft, broad-brimmed hat that he unfolded from has pack and settled over his head to protect him from it's rays. "I'm glad to see you looking well," he said politely, glancing over at his companion. "Have more of your memories returned yet?"
He had seemed a peaceful enough young man at their first meeting, and still carried no weapons that the bard could easily see, but if they encountered trouble he could probably get Oliver to safety before he got hurt - and if he was, Jigano could at least heal him.
Assuming that whatever had blocked him from Healing Amalia completely didn't stop him from doing the same to others.
Finally he nodded, tilting his head in acceptance. He waited for Oliver to catch up with him before he headed off down a broken street, sharp eyes noting landmarks from his previous trips here at the edge of the crumbled desolation of broken lives and shattered pasts. The sun was hot above, but he had a soft, broad-brimmed hat that he unfolded from has pack and settled over his head to protect him from it's rays. "I'm glad to see you looking well," he said politely, glancing over at his companion. "Have more of your memories returned yet?"
