It was the first smile that had been directed at him, Jigano thought with a flicker of appreciation at seeing Sunjata come a little ways out of the blight-fueled depression that the bard had found him in. The rebel mercenary had smiled at memories or turns of phrase, but this one seemed to be more for Jigano than anything else, and the bard returned it with a nod of heartfelt understanding. If he and Rory had been separated and found each other again... well, 'happy' would be the biggest understatement of the year.
The strange language was almost familiar. Or at least, close enough to others he knew to be mostly understandable, and he arched a brow at the fervent tone behind it. Wasn't Lusea a healer...?
Oh. Oh.
He didn't even bother to hide the dismay in his expression as he looked Sunjata over with fresh eyes. "Awkward... doesn't even begin to describe it," he said dryly. "'At the time,' though...? Were you and she able to get back together, or are you still with Phoebe? ...ah, if you don't mind my asking. I don't mean to pry into your personal life," he apologized ruefully. "It's just... well, hard not to be curious about a situation like that." Phoebe, it appeared, had been far busier than he had ever guessed, and in more ways than one. Emmett had been dead for barely a season and already the midwife had moved on to greener pastures. He knew she was young, but still it seemed somewhat callous to the bard.
But maybe he was just old-fashioned.
The strange language was almost familiar. Or at least, close enough to others he knew to be mostly understandable, and he arched a brow at the fervent tone behind it. Wasn't Lusea a healer...?
Oh. Oh.
He didn't even bother to hide the dismay in his expression as he looked Sunjata over with fresh eyes. "Awkward... doesn't even begin to describe it," he said dryly. "'At the time,' though...? Were you and she able to get back together, or are you still with Phoebe? ...ah, if you don't mind my asking. I don't mean to pry into your personal life," he apologized ruefully. "It's just... well, hard not to be curious about a situation like that." Phoebe, it appeared, had been far busier than he had ever guessed, and in more ways than one. Emmett had been dead for barely a season and already the midwife had moved on to greener pastures. He knew she was young, but still it seemed somewhat callous to the bard.
But maybe he was just old-fashioned.
