Jigano had already rolled away from Bastien, leaving the artist free to find his feet again un-hindered. The bard was staggered by the blight's reluctant retreat within him, his conscious mind finding purchase for the first time in days. Not since he had met Ianto in the Greatwood had he regained this much awareness, and the shock of it left him frozen with fear and horror, wondering what - who he had attacked this time.
A foot crunching softly into snow alerted him to movement nearby and he flinched, shoulders shaking where he knelt. He raised his head reluctantly, dreading who and what he would find when he could see more of them...
"...Bastien?" he asked hoarsely, blinking in surprise to find Caido's most notorious hedonist out in the snow. There was no blood around - but of course there wouldn't be, he realized belatedly. Bastien was Ascended now, wasn't he? He had clear fluid in his veins rather than crimson, but at least he didn't seem to have any obviously grievous wounds on him.
Not like Ianto had, the last time the white fox had regained consciousness.
"What... are you doing... here?" His voice rose on the last word as he looked around in confusion, not entirely sure where 'here' even was with the blanket of white hiding much of the Ruins and giving them an illusion of softness.
A foot crunching softly into snow alerted him to movement nearby and he flinched, shoulders shaking where he knelt. He raised his head reluctantly, dreading who and what he would find when he could see more of them...
"...Bastien?" he asked hoarsely, blinking in surprise to find Caido's most notorious hedonist out in the snow. There was no blood around - but of course there wouldn't be, he realized belatedly. Bastien was Ascended now, wasn't he? He had clear fluid in his veins rather than crimson, but at least he didn't seem to have any obviously grievous wounds on him.
Not like Ianto had, the last time the white fox had regained consciousness.
"What... are you doing... here?" His voice rose on the last word as he looked around in confusion, not entirely sure where 'here' even was with the blanket of white hiding much of the Ruins and giving them an illusion of softness.
