Jigano's tears had been silent. He had been singing since he had brought Caiside's body in, hoping - praying - that his friend's soul had been safely guided into the lantern that the bard held to now. It was a song without recognizable words, the lyrics old enough to barely be dreamed as such as his trained voice carried each note with brittle perfection.
Adam's entrance barely phased him as Isuma shivered against him, mourning their friend alongside her companion, but the scoundrel's words broke the quiet of the grave that pervaded the coldroom, and Jigano's grieving song finally faded to silence as he drew a shaking breath. He continued to watch the body, seeing it clothed in green and brown and gold, Caiside's smugly-certain grin still dancing on its lips in place of the nightmare screams he had died with. "...Yes," the bard whispered into the silence, curling his arm protectively around the lantern, hoping his friend's soul was safe within it by now. "A very... a good friend," he managed to continue, the words dragged past a throat raw from singing and a grief too great for weeping. "Did you... ever meet him?"
Adam's entrance barely phased him as Isuma shivered against him, mourning their friend alongside her companion, but the scoundrel's words broke the quiet of the grave that pervaded the coldroom, and Jigano's grieving song finally faded to silence as he drew a shaking breath. He continued to watch the body, seeing it clothed in green and brown and gold, Caiside's smugly-certain grin still dancing on its lips in place of the nightmare screams he had died with. "...Yes," the bard whispered into the silence, curling his arm protectively around the lantern, hoping his friend's soul was safe within it by now. "A very... a good friend," he managed to continue, the words dragged past a throat raw from singing and a grief too great for weeping. "Did you... ever meet him?"
