The bard only raised a brow in amusement at hearing that arriving naked was a 'Ronin-like' thing to do. He'd only met the man while he was clothed, but perhaps that was because it had been winter at the time? Vanya... one of the names of those lost during Long Night, and the Guildmaster's wife, Jigano remembered. Perhaps the second star they had seen in the sky after Safrin had raised Ronin up to the firmament following the great battle against the Spire Demon? It made sense with what Remi was saying, and the bard nodded slowly as puzzle pieces began to click together.
"She put him up there... it makes sense that she would be the one to bring him back down again," Jigano agreed cautiously, though he tapped a finger thoughtfully against the wood of the table as he considered the business of 'not a god, but not just a man.' "Almost as if he was reborn?" he said, voice soft as his eyes slid to the Sparkbird feather lantern. An old story, a legend from his world, about a bird of fire that was reborn from its own ashes... "But Aoife has her father back... and you have your friend," he finished, smoothing away the worries that troubled him, for Remi's sake. It was, strangely, rather nice to see the alchemist honestly happy for a change (the puppydog eyes bright instead of gently sad), and this wasn't the time to rain on that joy, not with everything else that had happened to him with gods and punishments and lost memories. Instead he smiled at the young man, clearing his throat a little self-consciously. "I'm glad for you, Remi. For all of us. Incredible as it sounds... well, these things seem to happen here." And perhaps the more charismatic Ronin might be able to heal some of the breaches that had opened after his assault on the Spire. Perhaps not... but with the cachet of returning from the dead, it was a strong argument in favor of the gods' approval of his actions that might soothe some of the more pious Naturals, at least.
"She put him up there... it makes sense that she would be the one to bring him back down again," Jigano agreed cautiously, though he tapped a finger thoughtfully against the wood of the table as he considered the business of 'not a god, but not just a man.' "Almost as if he was reborn?" he said, voice soft as his eyes slid to the Sparkbird feather lantern. An old story, a legend from his world, about a bird of fire that was reborn from its own ashes... "But Aoife has her father back... and you have your friend," he finished, smoothing away the worries that troubled him, for Remi's sake. It was, strangely, rather nice to see the alchemist honestly happy for a change (the puppydog eyes bright instead of gently sad), and this wasn't the time to rain on that joy, not with everything else that had happened to him with gods and punishments and lost memories. Instead he smiled at the young man, clearing his throat a little self-consciously. "I'm glad for you, Remi. For all of us. Incredible as it sounds... well, these things seem to happen here." And perhaps the more charismatic Ronin might be able to heal some of the breaches that had opened after his assault on the Spire. Perhaps not... but with the cachet of returning from the dead, it was a strong argument in favor of the gods' approval of his actions that might soothe some of the more pious Naturals, at least.
