Jigano was not, as usual, entirely sure where he would be staying for Long Night, but he and Kiada had a promise to keep, a mission to undertake together, and he would not abandon her again. They were learning to work together, for soon their lives would depend on each other, and where she went, so would he. Then, too, there was the tentative plans he and Ronin had made in the summer heat, before the darkness had fallen upon them all. Though he might wish to remain in the Temple to help the Healers for Long Night, this year he would likely be among the Hunters instead.
So it was that he found his way to the Monster Hunter's Guild, looking better than he had in a season. His hands still shook but he was stronger after a few weeks of rest and proper eating, and his eyes were clearer. He brought with him a small bag slung over his shoulder, one that bounced lightly against his back, and when he let it fall to the ground beside the door it landed with a soft whoomph and settled slowly. He nodded to Deimos, never certain where he stood with the stoic General. "I didn't have time to gather much yesterday, but I brought some snow moss to help." it might have been a peace offering, it might have just been an attempt to protect those who would be in the Hall during Long Night, or it might have been a gift meant in good faith. For once the bard didn't expound in detail, leaving Deimos to decide how he wanted to take it.
He did find a small, tentative smile for Remi, though, having only the vaguest recollection of the manticore at the Spire during his blighted time and not sure if he had done anything to hurt the young man as he had Ianto and Bastien. "How is the family?" It held a wealth of question in the words, most especially how Ronin was recovering and how Remi was feeling, but just seeing the alchemist's boyish smile again was an unexpected relief
So it was that he found his way to the Monster Hunter's Guild, looking better than he had in a season. His hands still shook but he was stronger after a few weeks of rest and proper eating, and his eyes were clearer. He brought with him a small bag slung over his shoulder, one that bounced lightly against his back, and when he let it fall to the ground beside the door it landed with a soft whoomph and settled slowly. He nodded to Deimos, never certain where he stood with the stoic General. "I didn't have time to gather much yesterday, but I brought some snow moss to help." it might have been a peace offering, it might have just been an attempt to protect those who would be in the Hall during Long Night, or it might have been a gift meant in good faith. For once the bard didn't expound in detail, leaving Deimos to decide how he wanted to take it.
He did find a small, tentative smile for Remi, though, having only the vaguest recollection of the manticore at the Spire during his blighted time and not sure if he had done anything to hurt the young man as he had Ianto and Bastien. "How is the family?" It held a wealth of question in the words, most especially how Ronin was recovering and how Remi was feeling, but just seeing the alchemist's boyish smile again was an unexpected relief
