'Now' was all they had, and Jigano appreciated the sense of productivity and accomplishment the simple task working with their hands could give. He even tried to offer a joke, more confident in the easier traces that their relationship was beginning to fall into. Remi's laughter was gratifying, and Jigano grinned back at the alchemist's smile. "Hard to believe, I know, but entirely true!" He tapped his own aquiline nose with a wink before placing another pad of snowmoss beneath the chair's foot.
Just seeing the easy smile back on the younger man's lips was reassuring. Ronin was healing, Aoife was growing up strong and safe, and for all his burdens he had friends and family around him. The resilient alchemist seemed to be coming back from the dark days of Leafchange, when Ronin's blight had weighed so heavily on him, and Jigano was glad to see the brightness returning to his smile.
He wished he didn't have to dim that brightness so soon, but if he was going to stay under Remi's roof for LongNight, the other man deserved to know what sort of dangers that would entail. Still, it wasn't entirely - or even mostly - his tale to tell, so he took a deep breath, dusting his hands off as he finished the last chair, and nodded gravely at the moss-peppered alchemist. "I do. Has Kiada had a chance to speak with you yet?" How much to explain - or how little - would hinge on that answer.
Just seeing the easy smile back on the younger man's lips was reassuring. Ronin was healing, Aoife was growing up strong and safe, and for all his burdens he had friends and family around him. The resilient alchemist seemed to be coming back from the dark days of Leafchange, when Ronin's blight had weighed so heavily on him, and Jigano was glad to see the brightness returning to his smile.
He wished he didn't have to dim that brightness so soon, but if he was going to stay under Remi's roof for LongNight, the other man deserved to know what sort of dangers that would entail. Still, it wasn't entirely - or even mostly - his tale to tell, so he took a deep breath, dusting his hands off as he finished the last chair, and nodded gravely at the moss-peppered alchemist. "I do. Has Kiada had a chance to speak with you yet?" How much to explain - or how little - would hinge on that answer.
