Loren's question was soft enough that Jigano chose not to answer it. Not least because he couldn't - not for the summoner, at least. That was something the other man would have to determine for himself, hopefully once he'd resurfaced from his cycle of closing himself off, punishing himself, then re-emerging to help others once more until the next tragedy sent him into the downward spiral again.
"Ludo can take your dreams away for a time," the bard suggested carefully, almost hesitantly. "It took mine in payment for a service I asked, but it did keep the nightmares of my first LongNight at bay until I was ready to face them again later. In order to hold your dreams for a time it might request some sort of fee... but if you'd rather not mess with the gods, Phoebe might be able to mix you up a sleeping draught that would knock you out, too?" Not that Loren wouldn't find a way to abuse that, too, in his current state, but perhaps he and the Dean could work together to make something for Loren that would be less harmful to his body... if the summoner would accept it.
It was hard not to let his own hackles rise in response to Loren's tone and deliberate misunderstanding of his words, but he had spoken out of turn, and he forced himself to breathe deeply and stay calm and focused on his friend's pain, pushing his own aside. "No, it's not shocking at all. And I'm sorry, Loren, for letting my jealousy out. It was an unkind thing to say at the best of times, which this most certainly isn't. I meant what I said about you being the most qualified Healer I know. And for what it's worth, I think you're worth far more than your magic."
"Ludo can take your dreams away for a time," the bard suggested carefully, almost hesitantly. "It took mine in payment for a service I asked, but it did keep the nightmares of my first LongNight at bay until I was ready to face them again later. In order to hold your dreams for a time it might request some sort of fee... but if you'd rather not mess with the gods, Phoebe might be able to mix you up a sleeping draught that would knock you out, too?" Not that Loren wouldn't find a way to abuse that, too, in his current state, but perhaps he and the Dean could work together to make something for Loren that would be less harmful to his body... if the summoner would accept it.
It was hard not to let his own hackles rise in response to Loren's tone and deliberate misunderstanding of his words, but he had spoken out of turn, and he forced himself to breathe deeply and stay calm and focused on his friend's pain, pushing his own aside. "No, it's not shocking at all. And I'm sorry, Loren, for letting my jealousy out. It was an unkind thing to say at the best of times, which this most certainly isn't. I meant what I said about you being the most qualified Healer I know. And for what it's worth, I think you're worth far more than your magic."
