The sight of Jigano so utterly ruffled was not an image Isla would forget easily. So far she had seen her friend nothing but put together and effortlessly self-assured, and something must have been seriously awry for that to have changed. "Hungry...?" she echoed, not really following and thinking for a moment, as he mentioned babies, that he'd found a newborn abandoned out in the snow or something.
Calling for Phoebe was almost on her lips (the midwife would know what to do, right?) when Jigano moved his jacket and Isla saw... saw... well. It was a baby, just... not a person. Isla only realised her jaw had dropped when she had to quickly compose herself, clearing her throat and beckoning the bard through into the study where she'd been working.
On the way, she grabbed a towel that was warming near a fire, clicking the door shut behind them. Isla cleared her desk and hesitantly held out her hands for the gryphlet, ensuring they were draped in the warm fabric. "Um... may I...?"
Calling for Phoebe was almost on her lips (the midwife would know what to do, right?) when Jigano moved his jacket and Isla saw... saw... well. It was a baby, just... not a person. Isla only realised her jaw had dropped when she had to quickly compose herself, clearing her throat and beckoning the bard through into the study where she'd been working.
On the way, she grabbed a towel that was warming near a fire, clicking the door shut behind them. Isla cleared her desk and hesitantly held out her hands for the gryphlet, ensuring they were draped in the warm fabric. "Um... may I...?"
