"I don't count as a pretty doctor?" he pouted, pressing a hand to his chest. "Madame, you wound me! But he was grinning as he said it, and waved a hand at her question. "As a matter of fact, I could already do that! Tell me, please: does the middle finger convey the same usefully insulting sentiments in Northaven as it does on my world? It would be just terrible if I had to splint that one up for you for, ah, medical reasons." His wink and grin were more playful than he usually let himself be around others - at least, when he wasn't in fox form and cheering up Rory - but Edy had a gleefully wicked edge to her that brought out the mischief in his foxy soul, and with no one else around to see or judge him for it, he was happy to run with it for a little while.
Hearing Edy tease the kitten had an entirely different feel now that he knew what it was like to share his mind and heart with a companion. Jigano grinned to himself as he scouted out a likely path and when he returned to the ground to lead the way he found himself laughing - mostly in humor and only a little bit of terror - along with Edy at the idea of them marrying. "Who needs marriage? I'm not sure I've even met a proper priest here who could perform such a ceremony," he mused, though he'd run into a number of locals in the settlement who seemed to keep up the tradition.
"Even if we don't run across something for you to fight, I'm sure we can find something to burn," he agreed cheerfully. He looked carefully into the fallen buildings that they passed, checking for signs of a forge that might indicate a smithy where stores of metal might still be found. He suspected that this close to the settlement things might be more picked over, but the further they headed into the ruins the more likely they would be to find caches still untouched.
The mention of his magic had him hiding a wince, and he managed a wry quirk of his lips in a grin instead. "A little divine, a little arcane," he said airily. "I'm a bard in my spare time, and bards are known for dabbling in a bit of everything. I could do a bit of healing, use my voice and music to bolster my comrades with a bit of mystic assistance to their strikes or tasks. Protect myself with shields made of force, or an illusion of multiple images so my enemies didn't know which one was me. I could use sound as a weapon, as well, like knives made of notes. Mostly, though I nudged Fate when it looked like things were going against someone." He shrugged, trying not to miss so badly what had been his strength and pride on his own world. "Aside from fire, what kind of magic was common in Northaven?"
Hearing Edy tease the kitten had an entirely different feel now that he knew what it was like to share his mind and heart with a companion. Jigano grinned to himself as he scouted out a likely path and when he returned to the ground to lead the way he found himself laughing - mostly in humor and only a little bit of terror - along with Edy at the idea of them marrying. "Who needs marriage? I'm not sure I've even met a proper priest here who could perform such a ceremony," he mused, though he'd run into a number of locals in the settlement who seemed to keep up the tradition.
"Even if we don't run across something for you to fight, I'm sure we can find something to burn," he agreed cheerfully. He looked carefully into the fallen buildings that they passed, checking for signs of a forge that might indicate a smithy where stores of metal might still be found. He suspected that this close to the settlement things might be more picked over, but the further they headed into the ruins the more likely they would be to find caches still untouched.
The mention of his magic had him hiding a wince, and he managed a wry quirk of his lips in a grin instead. "A little divine, a little arcane," he said airily. "I'm a bard in my spare time, and bards are known for dabbling in a bit of everything. I could do a bit of healing, use my voice and music to bolster my comrades with a bit of mystic assistance to their strikes or tasks. Protect myself with shields made of force, or an illusion of multiple images so my enemies didn't know which one was me. I could use sound as a weapon, as well, like knives made of notes. Mostly, though I nudged Fate when it looked like things were going against someone." He shrugged, trying not to miss so badly what had been his strength and pride on his own world. "Aside from fire, what kind of magic was common in Northaven?"
