Rock Steady

"Ah... I suppose it's a term that has no meaning here," he said with a rueful smile. "If you're interested I can explain another time. Not that it's more than tavern stories now... the systems of magic on my world hold no sway here." He gave a shrug, trying to brush it off as though it was of little matter. And in some ways it was, or at least, it mattered less now than it had two seasons before, when his arrival and loss were both still fresh. The thought that he could regain something similar to his lost abilities, if not exactly what he'd had before, was still a volatile subject, however. As Remi pointed out, it wasn't completely beyond the bounds of possibility... and as he spoke Jigano found himself sucking in a slow breath. "I hadn't realized..." he murmured, blue eyes focusing with renewed intensity on the young alchemist. "I thought you had your abilities from before you came here. I... it didn't occur to me that Ludo or one of the other gods might have bestowed them on you...that it was something they could do." Though given what they now knew of the Voice's origins he could understand why the gods wouldn't count such powers a blessing.

The glowing alchemical mixture was brimming with the light of possibility as well as chemofluorescence. It distracted them both, and Jigano returned Remi's interest with a grin. "By all means," he agreed, shifting so he could better block the direct light from the window with his body. "Just tell me where you want me to stand so I'm not in the way - or, am in the way, if I can help block the sun a little," he added with a chuckle. "Here's hoping it works!"