Her smile would be gift enough, but her offer of journals lights up Jigano's face in turn as he nods eagerly. "A wonderful start!" He assured her warmly. "Such things are the foundations of the Loreseekers." Gathered wisdom brought together so those who wanted to access the knowledge and information of the past and present could come to one central location to do so. The Provost was beaming and it seemed only right to offer the Guild's services in exchange for such a donation. Given what had happened today, and her family name, discretion was the least he could do for her, but he would keep any secrets she asked of him, on his honor and position.
His touch was light and brief. He offered comfort, just enough to let her know that he would support her, then withdrew before it lingered too long. "It can be a curse," he agreed softly, catching the word she changed. It had, after all, been how he had received his magic."But it doesn't have to be. Or at least, we don't have to let it be. And who knows? Maybe in the lands beyond the barrier it won't be seen as one." The Hollowed Grounds had been so isolated and twisted by the barrier and the old gods' resentment for their imprisonment that perhaps the views in the world beyond weren't as skewed. It was worth hoping for, at least.
He rose and offered her his hand to help her up as well, glancing up at the brightly-shining moon above with a wry smile. "May I escort you back to town? Or anywhere else, before I head back to the farm?" She knew the dangers of walking alone in the Grounds even better than he did, though at least LongNight and its monsters were passed for another year. If she wished to continue her stroll alone he would let her, but he wouldn't just abandon her if she was ready to return home once more. He might have fangs and talons and wings to protect him - or let him run from trouble - but her healing magic would be unlikely to deter a spring-starved wolf or wicker woman's embrace if she had the bad luck to stumble across one.
His touch was light and brief. He offered comfort, just enough to let her know that he would support her, then withdrew before it lingered too long. "It can be a curse," he agreed softly, catching the word she changed. It had, after all, been how he had received his magic.
He rose and offered her his hand to help her up as well, glancing up at the brightly-shining moon above with a wry smile. "May I escort you back to town? Or anywhere else, before I head back to the farm?" She knew the dangers of walking alone in the Grounds even better than he did, though at least LongNight and its monsters were passed for another year. If she wished to continue her stroll alone he would let her, but he wouldn't just abandon her if she was ready to return home once more. He might have fangs and talons and wings to protect him - or let him run from trouble - but her healing magic would be unlikely to deter a spring-starved wolf or wicker woman's embrace if she had the bad luck to stumble across one.
