"Well. There's nothing stopping you from stepping outside," Jigano murmured, his grim attempt at humor black as the grave. "It all depends on your priorities." He shook his head, grimacing slightly. "I know how you feel, though. Or I did. I wasn't sure how I would stand being cooped up in one place for so long... but then I went outside. And that has quite thoroughly cured me of the desire to do so again for something as simple as curiosity or restless feet."
He had a better idea of where the chairs were, finding one in the corner for Lucas and settling himself gingerly onto a cot as he nodded to the lengths of clean, boiled cloth he had been cutting into strips and rolling neatly into balls for later use - likely on Rory's burns, until the unicorn was able to soothe them away. "Thank you," he accepted, with a nod that held a shadow of his old grace. "If you'd be so good as to wash your hands with the soap over there, and the hot water on the hearth, I would appreciate the help. I'll cut the lengths, if you would be kind enough to roll them up."
He had a better idea of where the chairs were, finding one in the corner for Lucas and settling himself gingerly onto a cot as he nodded to the lengths of clean, boiled cloth he had been cutting into strips and rolling neatly into balls for later use - likely on Rory's burns, until the unicorn was able to soothe them away. "Thank you," he accepted, with a nod that held a shadow of his old grace. "If you'd be so good as to wash your hands with the soap over there, and the hot water on the hearth, I would appreciate the help. I'll cut the lengths, if you would be kind enough to roll them up."
