Jigano sat back as Melinoe cooed over Isuma and the gryphlet's gift of the lost blade. He set aside his empty tea mug, watching with a small smile of pride as the little witch admired the work he had done to clean the blade, and that Rory had done on the sheath. He had, admittedly, hoped that without the head wound she'd be a bit less... well. And yet here they were, and he was honor bound to return the knife. Seeing the look of joy on her face even made it worthwhile, and his lips quirked wryly at her joke.
"A lady should have something to defend herself with in this world," he murmured, blue eyes sparkling. "And you're welcome." He stroked Isuma's back and wings, the little gryphon chortling in glee at the attention from both people in the room. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
"A lady should have something to defend herself with in this world," he murmured, blue eyes sparkling. "And you're welcome." He stroked Isuma's back and wings, the little gryphon chortling in glee at the attention from both people in the room. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
