Isla sounded cheerfully hard at work but not unduly stressed, so the bard stepped into the Infirmary, looking around in curiosity as he made his way towards the room the voice had emerged from. There was, in fact, a patient, but his wounds seemed superficial enough to require only minor treatment. Indeed, the boy fled the moment he was released, and Jigano had to hide a grin at his retreating backside when the lad nearly bumped into another table on the way out.
"I suspect he'll be back before too long," he murmured, giving his friend a wink. "He seems like one of your regulars - though I could hardly blame him, with such charming treatment!" There was a time and place for theatrics, but the infirmary seemed like neither, so Jigano settled for placing a hand on his chest and giving his new mentor a shallow bow of greeting.
"If we are lucky, things will stay quiet for a little while. I don't fancy being pressed into service quite so soon! But I am here and at your disposal, Grace-ful Isla. Please, how shall we begin? With theory? Or with practice? If nothing else you can put me to work cleaning tools and folding bandages," he offered gallantly.
"I suspect he'll be back before too long," he murmured, giving his friend a wink. "He seems like one of your regulars - though I could hardly blame him, with such charming treatment!" There was a time and place for theatrics, but the infirmary seemed like neither, so Jigano settled for placing a hand on his chest and giving his new mentor a shallow bow of greeting.
"If we are lucky, things will stay quiet for a little while. I don't fancy being pressed into service quite so soon! But I am here and at your disposal, Grace-ful Isla. Please, how shall we begin? With theory? Or with practice? If nothing else you can put me to work cleaning tools and folding bandages," he offered gallantly.
