He hopes everyone is in behind him. He hopes Lily has shut and locked the door behind Remi and Amalia and Melita, keeping the monsters out. He hopes it very much, but for the moment he puts his trust in them and keeps his attention focused on Rexanna, waiting to hear what Deimos intends.
And in a way it makes sense for Deimos to remove it. Jigano knew something of wounds even before Isla had taken him on as her pupil, and though she had been taken from him long before she could complete their training, at least he was better equipped now than he had been before. No as well equipped as when he could heal magically, but what he had now was better than nothing.
He took the piles of bandages in hand, shifting to stand behind Rex's head and lean over her, clearing her sides for Deimos and Zuriel to work. "Hang in there," he told her softly. They hadn't spoken in far too long but he couldn't lose another friend to LongNight. Not so soon after Caiside. He steadied her shoulders as Deimos began to withdraw the shrapnel beam, and the moment it pulled free of her (with a horrible wet sucking noise, metal parting from meat with the utmost reluctance) he was putting pressure on the wound, holding it together as best he could with the gauze and trying to staunch the spill of fluid until Zuriel could work her particular brand of magic upon it.
And in a way it makes sense for Deimos to remove it. Jigano knew something of wounds even before Isla had taken him on as her pupil, and though she had been taken from him long before she could complete their training, at least he was better equipped now than he had been before. No as well equipped as when he could heal magically, but what he had now was better than nothing.
He took the piles of bandages in hand, shifting to stand behind Rex's head and lean over her, clearing her sides for Deimos and Zuriel to work. "Hang in there," he told her softly. They hadn't spoken in far too long but he couldn't lose another friend to LongNight. Not so soon after Caiside. He steadied her shoulders as Deimos began to withdraw the shrapnel beam, and the moment it pulled free of her (with a horrible wet sucking noise, metal parting from meat with the utmost reluctance) he was putting pressure on the wound, holding it together as best he could with the gauze and trying to staunch the spill of fluid until Zuriel could work her particular brand of magic upon it.
