Deimos had always been a man of few words and many silences, one who kept his thoughts to himself more often than not. It had been a source of friction between them before; the General's thriftiness with his thoughts, and Jigano's seeking and prying after tales and tidbits, or sharing his own so readily. Too readily, he had come to decide in the wake of Fiat Lux and so much failure and loss on all sides. He had begun to keep his mouth shut more, thoughts tumbling about inside his skull with less outlet but more time to accrete to one another.
In truth after Deimos had turned away he hadn't expected further words to be said. It was enough to be acknowledged, and he didn't ask for any more from the General, who had his own struggles and worries with Amalia's injuries, even closer to her than Jigano was.
Many could claim that, nowadays, and that hurt far worse than Zuriel's dislike. Isuma was upset by it, though, by the open disdain the unicorn showed her bonded, and she stopped her playful greeting to drop to Jigano's side, subdued as she crouched beside his boot and looked between the much larger people around her, confused by their unhappiness.
The question gave him pause before he could rise again and move off to leave the General and his unicorn in peace, and Jigano tilted his head to the side in silent request for something more to go off of. He blinked in surprise at the Attuned speech, but Safrin's name caused far less reaction than Amalia's. His issues with the goddess were his own, and though he'd urge caution to newcomers in dealing with her, he knew that Amalia - and by extension, Deimos - were two that the star-eyed goddess held dear.
For Amalia, though? To heal her legs, the bard could only assume, and he nodded in acknowledgment. I've seen a few, he responded cautiously. Plants withering from the heat and drying up. Do you need a particular type or size? Perhaps they could combine their magic to make what Deimos sought... or, then again, perhaps since it was for Safrin she would prefer if the leaf was entirely natural.
In truth after Deimos had turned away he hadn't expected further words to be said. It was enough to be acknowledged, and he didn't ask for any more from the General, who had his own struggles and worries with Amalia's injuries, even closer to her than Jigano was.
Many could claim that, nowadays, and that hurt far worse than Zuriel's dislike. Isuma was upset by it, though, by the open disdain the unicorn showed her bonded, and she stopped her playful greeting to drop to Jigano's side, subdued as she crouched beside his boot and looked between the much larger people around her, confused by their unhappiness.
The question gave him pause before he could rise again and move off to leave the General and his unicorn in peace, and Jigano tilted his head to the side in silent request for something more to go off of. He blinked in surprise at the Attuned speech, but Safrin's name caused far less reaction than Amalia's. His issues with the goddess were his own, and though he'd urge caution to newcomers in dealing with her, he knew that Amalia - and by extension, Deimos - were two that the star-eyed goddess held dear.
For Amalia, though? To heal her legs, the bard could only assume, and he nodded in acknowledgment. I've seen a few, he responded cautiously. Plants withering from the heat and drying up. Do you need a particular type or size? Perhaps they could combine their magic to make what Deimos sought... or, then again, perhaps since it was for Safrin she would prefer if the leaf was entirely natural.
