It was a bit of a relief to see that the truce still held, Remi's smile swift and not looking too forced. Jigano crossed the floor once he was offered a chair, letting his gaze continue to roam curiously across the shelves. The clutter didn't seem to bother him, though a few half-finished inventions gave him pause as he admired the work in progress. In truth, it was the first time he'd really seen the alchemist's inventive side at work. In the past he'd experienced Remi's magic, his ability to create useful objects out of thin air, and there had been the patch for Sam, which hadn't looked like much and had needed the Voice's touch to finalize... a memory that the bard purposefully turned away from, smiling ruefully as he set his lantern on the table and the awkwardly heavy bag of rocks on the ground.
A moment later he found himself blinking at the unexpected laugh from the often-sad young man, and the name that fell so easily from his lips. "Ronin is back?" Jigano repeated, stunned and not attempting to hide it as he sat down rather more abruptly than he'd intended. "That's wonderful news but how... who... when?" he asked eloquently, bewildered and a little afraid to let himself believe the impossible so quickly.
A moment later he found himself blinking at the unexpected laugh from the often-sad young man, and the name that fell so easily from his lips. "Ronin is back?" Jigano repeated, stunned and not attempting to hide it as he sat down rather more abruptly than he'd intended. "That's wonderful news but how... who... when?" he asked eloquently, bewildered and a little afraid to let himself believe the impossible so quickly.
