"Not here, it didn't," he pointed out with perhaps infuriating equanimity. "Though given that you didn't know you'd been Portalled away, and the size of that bump on your head, I can't really blame your paranoia." She was responsive again, at least, not so near to passing out on him with a head wound of unknown seriousness, and Jigano managed a crooked smile as she focused onto his words with gratifying clarity.
"Intelligent might be going a bit far... did your world have carnivorous plants? Sundews? I think the hedgemaze is more like that. It reacts on instinct rather than true conscious thought." A curious question, but given some of what he'd seen on Caido it was an entirely sensible one. He flashed a grin at her weak attempt at humor, relieved at the strength it hopefully represented. He couldn't tell if her wounds had stopped bleeding into her soiled and filthy clothing, but as long as the blood loss was slowing she might have a chance...
Assuming she wasn't just almost finished bleeding out entirely, of course.
The fiercest spring showers were often the shortest, and he glanced out the door to note the lightening of the sky. Soon, he'd have to figure out how to get her to trust him enough to lean on him. Better still if he could put some compression on her gashes, but he'd take what he could get. "If we could, we would," he said a little absently before looking back to her with a wry smile. "Some of the most useful medicinal plants here are thoroughly uninterested in being domesticated, though. And given the efas herb's magical properties, it's possible that the magic of the maze is what helps to sustain it. Away from that magic, it loses the properties that make it so special." He arched a pale brow at her, glancing to her possessive hand on her abandoned cloak. "That's only a guess, though. Do you have some skill with plants that you think might be able to manage it?"
"Intelligent might be going a bit far... did your world have carnivorous plants? Sundews? I think the hedgemaze is more like that. It reacts on instinct rather than true conscious thought." A curious question, but given some of what he'd seen on Caido it was an entirely sensible one. He flashed a grin at her weak attempt at humor, relieved at the strength it hopefully represented. He couldn't tell if her wounds had stopped bleeding into her soiled and filthy clothing, but as long as the blood loss was slowing she might have a chance...
Assuming she wasn't just almost finished bleeding out entirely, of course.
The fiercest spring showers were often the shortest, and he glanced out the door to note the lightening of the sky. Soon, he'd have to figure out how to get her to trust him enough to lean on him. Better still if he could put some compression on her gashes, but he'd take what he could get. "If we could, we would," he said a little absently before looking back to her with a wry smile. "Some of the most useful medicinal plants here are thoroughly uninterested in being domesticated, though. And given the efas herb's magical properties, it's possible that the magic of the maze is what helps to sustain it. Away from that magic, it loses the properties that make it so special." He arched a pale brow at her, glancing to her possessive hand on her abandoned cloak. "That's only a guess, though. Do you have some skill with plants that you think might be able to manage it?"
