His offer of help was rebuffed, though it really wasn't unexpected. Jigano bowed his head in acceptance of her choice, and gave the one Fae who seemed uncertain a wry smile. Once the (other) injured were safely on their way out he followed, letting Rory lead him towards the light, now and always. Isla's skills were already put to good use in bringing the cobbler back from the brink, and the bard knew he could wait until those who were worse off received aid first. A day or two with a broken arm would be frustrating, but hardly the end of him. He nodded his thanks to Deimos as he reached the big man, safely outside the tunnel now, with a murmured: "I owe you one, friend."
Even as he leaned on Rory's strength he offered his own comfort in the warm solidity of his body as the nightmare of the claustrophobic little cavern they'd been trapped in began to be washed away by the sunlight and open air around them now. But Delah's parting shot toAmalia did not go unnoticed, and his brow furrowed as he looked between the two women, one small and the other tall, but both fierce in their own ways.
He arched a brow at her, curiosity clearly eating at him, but like his arm that, too would wait. "We should get back to the Infirmary," he said quietly instead, looking around at those gathered and their various wounds. Are, of course, needed a bed and further care beyond Isla's magic, but his own arm and Deimos's bruises looked in need of a bit of doctoring as well, and Remi was clearly suffering from something he couldn't see. At least the others didn't look hurt too badly, though he wasn't sure how well Wessex would do if she remained in the sunlight for very long, even beneath her cloak.
Even as he leaned on Rory's strength he offered his own comfort in the warm solidity of his body as the nightmare of the claustrophobic little cavern they'd been trapped in began to be washed away by the sunlight and open air around them now. But Delah's parting shot to
He arched a brow at her, curiosity clearly eating at him, but like his arm that, too would wait. "We should get back to the Infirmary," he said quietly instead, looking around at those gathered and their various wounds. Are, of course, needed a bed and further care beyond Isla's magic, but his own arm and Deimos's bruises looked in need of a bit of doctoring as well, and Remi was clearly suffering from something he couldn't see. At least the others didn't look hurt too badly, though he wasn't sure how well Wessex would do if she remained in the sunlight for very long, even beneath her cloak.
