He hadn't expected small-talk from their tunneling host, but Jigano was always game for a conversation. He nodded, a wry smile kicking up the corners of his mouth. "Yes. I'm getting better at it, I suppose. Or at least, used to it. It makes sense when we're in an animal form but it's still... unsettling, having someone else's voice inside your head." Especially when most mental contact he had endured on his world had been hostile rather then something that happened between friends. "Luckily it's not as deep as the companion bond. But emotions slip through, sometimes, as well as words."
When Remi reached out Jigano went quiet for a moment, then passed on what he was told. "Remi is above us, or at least near us now, in the prison hall. The Launceleyn offices are at one end of the hall, and he's worried that the tunnel might be more easily discovered if we put it there. He's suggesting a cell would be safer, though we'd have to let out anyone being kept in it to keep them silent about our little escape route." He tilted his head to the side, frowning slightly as something other than mental contact made itself heard in the earthen tunnel where they waited. He glanced to Deimos then grimaced slightly and ducked his head uncomfortably as he shifted his ears to a fox's furred shape to better pinpoint the tapping above.
"There," he said softly, pointing towards the source of the sound - louder than a mouse pattering beneath snow, though muffled by the denser earth. I hear you, he called back to the alchemist. Is that the place we should dig up to?
When Remi reached out Jigano went quiet for a moment, then passed on what he was told. "Remi is above us, or at least near us now, in the prison hall. The Launceleyn offices are at one end of the hall, and he's worried that the tunnel might be more easily discovered if we put it there. He's suggesting a cell would be safer, though we'd have to let out anyone being kept in it to keep them silent about our little escape route." He tilted his head to the side, frowning slightly as something other than mental contact made itself heard in the earthen tunnel where they waited. He glanced to Deimos then grimaced slightly and ducked his head uncomfortably as he shifted his ears to a fox's furred shape to better pinpoint the tapping above.
"There," he said softly, pointing towards the source of the sound - louder than a mouse pattering beneath snow, though muffled by the denser earth. I hear you, he called back to the alchemist. Is that the place we should dig up to?
