So the woman wasn't unconscious after all, Jigano realized as he jerked back and away from her sudden movement and the flicker of light against steel. For a moment blue eyes hardened like ice as he let a hand drop to the hilt of his sword in case this was some bandit trick to lure in an unwary mark, but the pale woman's apparent confusion seemed to indicate something far less sinister. A head wound, perhaps? Or a fever? Heedless of the occasional flickers of rain, the bard crouched again, just out of reach of the dark haired waif, and tilted his head to the side as he examined her - far more successfully than she was managing to do for him.
"All right, I won't," he said soothingly, holding empty hands up in a peaceful gesture. But then she repeated herself, with an added epithet at the end, and he first blinked, and then didn't bother to hide the burst of laughter, completely out of place in the tense situation and yet he couldn't help himself. "Elf? I daresay you're more elf than I am, young lady," he chuckled, reaching up to tap at his own rounded ear. "Why on earth would you..." he trailed off, peering at her more closely in concern, then clicked his tongue. "Ah. Looks like you might have taken a bump on the head. So explanations won't do much good at this point in time." He sighed, standing and giving her a slight berth as he angled around her and past, to the entryway to the Spire.
"But since it seems we're both about to be caught in the rain, do you think you could crawl over here to shelter? I can try and answer your questions to pass the time while we wait for the storm to die down," he added, oddly cheerful though his tone held a bit of rueful amusement at having stumbled across another new Outlander. "You're in Caido now, young lady. My name is Jigano, and that concussion you're sporting isn't going to make things any easier to understand, I'm afraid...
" Not that he wouldn't go to assist her if she asked it, but since she seemed so adamant on not being touched, the pragmatic man saw no reason to invite a shivving by trying to force unwanted help on her. Worst case scenario, he could just wait for her to fall unconscious and then bring her inside and tie her wounds up, he decided with another wry shake of his head.
"All right, I won't," he said soothingly, holding empty hands up in a peaceful gesture. But then she repeated herself, with an added epithet at the end, and he first blinked, and then didn't bother to hide the burst of laughter, completely out of place in the tense situation and yet he couldn't help himself. "Elf? I daresay you're more elf than I am, young lady," he chuckled, reaching up to tap at his own rounded ear. "Why on earth would you..." he trailed off, peering at her more closely in concern, then clicked his tongue. "Ah. Looks like you might have taken a bump on the head. So explanations won't do much good at this point in time." He sighed, standing and giving her a slight berth as he angled around her and past, to the entryway to the Spire.
"But since it seems we're both about to be caught in the rain, do you think you could crawl over here to shelter? I can try and answer your questions to pass the time while we wait for the storm to die down," he added, oddly cheerful though his tone held a bit of rueful amusement at having stumbled across another new Outlander. "You're in Caido now, young lady. My name is Jigano, and that concussion you're sporting isn't going to make things any easier to understand, I'm afraid...
" Not that he wouldn't go to assist her if she asked it, but since she seemed so adamant on not being touched, the pragmatic man saw no reason to invite a shivving by trying to force unwanted help on her. Worst case scenario, he could just wait for her to fall unconscious and then bring her inside and tie her wounds up, he decided with another wry shake of his head.
