The bard simply shrugged and acquiesced to his patient's preference to have only the most recent injury Healed. There might be situations where he would force Healing on someone, but this certainly wasn't one of them, with Sunjata's life not in immediate danger. After fixing the injured tail he simply sent a pulse of cautious acknowledgement of the other man's gratitude through the bond before shifting back and appreciating how much easier it was to hold the jewel in his larger shark's mouth.
Ah. Unfortunate, he managed courteously, unsure of what to think of the juxtaposition of Sunjata being wounded while helping someone else, when he had just received similar treatment for harassing an innocent shark. An... interesting proposition, he continued cautiously. He knew the Guild that Sunjata ran, after all, and putting one criminal in charge of others certainly seemed like a recipe for disaster. How does it feel? To go from revolutionary to the one holding the reins of power? And how much of his father's son was he, now that he had a taste of that power?
The question earned the equivalent of a shrug through the bond as Jigano continued a leisurely swim downwards, probing into the depths for the first time as his vision adjusted to the fading light conditions and silver fish flashed away from the two predators. There's not been many problems in the Grounds, thankfully. Perhaps many of our desperate thieves and bandits came here, where pickings were better and more worth the risk? But I've taken advantage of the quiet to prepare for LongNight as best we can. Moss and Perches, candles and books... fish from the ocean and ramphire meat from the hills here, to augment stringy pork and mutton and venison, he added with a touch of his old wryness. What preparations do Torchliners make for a week of no light, but also no monsters?
Ah. Unfortunate, he managed courteously, unsure of what to think of the juxtaposition of Sunjata being wounded while helping someone else, when he had just received similar treatment for harassing an innocent shark. An... interesting proposition, he continued cautiously. He knew the Guild that Sunjata ran, after all, and putting one criminal in charge of others certainly seemed like a recipe for disaster. How does it feel? To go from revolutionary to the one holding the reins of power? And how much of his father's son was he, now that he had a taste of that power?
The question earned the equivalent of a shrug through the bond as Jigano continued a leisurely swim downwards, probing into the depths for the first time as his vision adjusted to the fading light conditions and silver fish flashed away from the two predators. There's not been many problems in the Grounds, thankfully. Perhaps many of our desperate thieves and bandits came here, where pickings were better and more worth the risk? But I've taken advantage of the quiet to prepare for LongNight as best we can. Moss and Perches, candles and books... fish from the ocean and ramphire meat from the hills here, to augment stringy pork and mutton and venison, he added with a touch of his old wryness. What preparations do Torchliners make for a week of no light, but also no monsters?
