Remaining, was it? Then the confident man's prayers hadn't been answered in the way that he had hoped. If he was able to find a way home it would, at the very least, be too late for his celebration and the recognition he had seemed to crave in their first conversation. Jigano smiled at the smear of dirt on his friend's face, and offered the water bottle, tilting his chin and tapping the spot on his own face with a damp finger. "We should probably stop by a stream on the way back and clean ourselves up," he chuckled. "But I can understand wanting to belong to something. I... it has been a long time since I felt like I belonged anywhere." He hesitated, then stood and dusted his knees, his smile growing a little sad. "Like I wanted to belong." Like he deserved to belong, really, but Caiside didn't need him moping about like some tragic-backstoried protagonist in a two-copper play. "But like it or not, I'm here now, and there's some good I can do. And the more people who work together, the more we can accomplish."
Offering Caiside his hand he grinned down at his friend as Isuma stood and stretched as well, peeping her eagerness to be off. "I'm glad to have your help, friend. And to have your experience and point of view added to the Loreseekers! What shall I have Sam write in the Guild Chronicle book next to your name, for your specialties and areas of interest?" The Provost beamed, glad to add another colleague to their growing team.
Offering Caiside his hand he grinned down at his friend as Isuma stood and stretched as well, peeping her eagerness to be off. "I'm glad to have your help, friend. And to have your experience and point of view added to the Loreseekers! What shall I have Sam write in the Guild Chronicle book next to your name, for your specialties and areas of interest?" The Provost beamed, glad to add another colleague to their growing team.
