Jigano didn't miss the melancholy, but this time he did not press, more respectful of Remi's privacy than he had been in the past. It didn't stop him from wincing at the list of injuries the alchemist had taken from other blighted, however, a worried croak escaping at the new darkness in the young man's tone. That had not been there before the blight, and for all that he had wanted Remi to be less naive, he hadn't wished for the price to be so steep, or the consequences so painful.
Poisoned? he asked curiously instead, looking the barbs over with just a hint of fascination for the shininess of the carapace. What does it do?
He was a bit relieved when Remi said distraction rather than break. It made him feel less like he was interrupting and more like he might be able to help, though the mention of training had the raven looking up - and up, and up - at the manticore a little dubiously. I felt the same when I was, ah, 'given' my horse form, he admitted, but that's nothing compared to this! What sort of training did you have in mind?
Poisoned? he asked curiously instead, looking the barbs over with just a hint of fascination for the shininess of the carapace. What does it do?
He was a bit relieved when Remi said distraction rather than break. It made him feel less like he was interrupting and more like he might be able to help, though the mention of training had the raven looking up - and up, and up - at the manticore a little dubiously. I felt the same when I was, ah, 'given' my horse form, he admitted, but that's nothing compared to this! What sort of training did you have in mind?
