"Not... exactly," Jigano temporized, glancing to Amalia, wondering how much the fierce and gentle librarian knew of what had happened. "Though, yes, she did die. Something happened during Long Night, I'm not sure exactly what, but there was a luxere who was injured by the monsters. Several people went to help it, but Isla... of course, she went to tend to its wounds. She couldn't do anything less," he smiled sadly. "But the monster was apparently still inside the luxere and it attacked her when she got close. I am told it was... over quickly." He winced, looking away for a moment. "At least, no one I spoke to who was there had a chance to intervene before it was too late. But... after they returned, Remi found out what happened and went out into the night to recover her body. It was very foolish of him... and very brave," the bard added softly. "He said that Ludo appeared to him, and he brought Isla back, but... changed. In the body of a unicorn, who I suppose is bonded to Remi now as a companion." Jigano exhaled, tilting his head and giving Seiji a wry, sad smile.
"So, yes, she died. She's not still dead but... she is changed. She can't talk anymore, except through body language or with Remi there to translate. She doesn't have hands or thumbs anymore. And... in truth, I have no idea how much of what Ludo brought back is truly her, or how changed she is on the inside from this." He shrugged, caught in the strange, guilty, uncomfortable position of lacking closure for a death that was reversed, but having still, in many ways, still lost a dear friend who had been irrevocably changed.
That seemed as good an introduction as any into the gods of Caido, and the loreseeker provost, bowed to his friends and led the way through the shelves towards the door of burnished metal - the image a stylized book with rays of light coming from its open pages.
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"So, yes, she died. She's not still dead but... she is changed. She can't talk anymore, except through body language or with Remi there to translate. She doesn't have hands or thumbs anymore. And... in truth, I have no idea how much of what Ludo brought back is truly her, or how changed she is on the inside from this." He shrugged, caught in the strange, guilty, uncomfortable position of lacking closure for a death that was reversed, but having still, in many ways, still lost a dear friend who had been irrevocably changed.
That seemed as good an introduction as any into the gods of Caido, and the loreseeker provost, bowed to his friends and led the way through the shelves towards the door of burnished metal - the image a stylized book with rays of light coming from its open pages.
(Continued in Of Gods and Monsters)
