Wiggling was good. The tendons were alright, then, and nothing was likely broken. Jigano glanced up as Aonghas offered his opinion of the damage, but the look on his face earned a faint snort of wry amusement from the bard. "Well, perhaps you've a higher pain tolerance than most," he agreed, "but it looks a bit worse for wear to me." He wasn't a doctor like Isla had been, but he was a healer long before he'd come to Caido, and he'd studied with Isla before her untimely demise (and subsequent resurrection as a unicorn, before her soul had faded from that form, too). He knew a thing or two about injuries and the scrapes, sprains, pulled muscles, and bruises that were annoying enough to need treatment without being serious enough to justify the use of limited magical charges - at least, not justified on his world, where such things came at greater cost.
The blond man's reasoning made sense, and Jigano's smile turned sympathetic as he nodded. "Mud can bring out the klutz in anyone," he offered. The flinch a moment later had him pausing, and he waited for the other man to relax before continuing to reach forward and gently press his fingers over the ankle, checking for lumps or bumps where they shouldn't be that might indicate something had shifted out of place. As soon as he touched the other man's skin his own seemed to grow warm, heat pooling in his palms and itching to flow towards the injured flesh beyond, but he held it in check a moment longer. "Nasty sprain, but I think I can do something about it." He looked up solemnly at his muddy friend, tilting his head to the side in askance. "I have recently developed... well, re-developed, really... healing magic that should have this right as rain in a few minutes. Will you let me use it on you?" A formal request, for even on his own world there were those who didn't want magic used on them, even if it was beneficial, and he wanted to try and honor that if Aenghas had similar beliefs.
The blond man's reasoning made sense, and Jigano's smile turned sympathetic as he nodded. "Mud can bring out the klutz in anyone," he offered. The flinch a moment later had him pausing, and he waited for the other man to relax before continuing to reach forward and gently press his fingers over the ankle, checking for lumps or bumps where they shouldn't be that might indicate something had shifted out of place. As soon as he touched the other man's skin his own seemed to grow warm, heat pooling in his palms and itching to flow towards the injured flesh beyond, but he held it in check a moment longer. "Nasty sprain, but I think I can do something about it." He looked up solemnly at his muddy friend, tilting his head to the side in askance. "I have recently developed... well, re-developed, really... healing magic that should have this right as rain in a few minutes. Will you let me use it on you?" A formal request, for even on his own world there were those who didn't want magic used on them, even if it was beneficial, and he wanted to try and honor that if Aenghas had similar beliefs.
