With permission to go ahead, Jigano smiled reassuringly at his erstwhile patient and reached inside him for the sparkling threads of magic that had appeared there recently. The ones he sensed as 'golden' hummed as he plucked lightly at them, drawing their energy down his arms and into his hands where it pooled as heat for a moment before sinking into Aonghas's skin. The bard kept his hand in place, concentrating on directing the flow of energy as best he could so it was neither too fast nor too weak as he coaxed bruised flesh and tendons back to wholeness.
"No," he admitted regretfully as he worked. "The abilities I've been developing here are... outwardly there is some similarity. But how the magic feels, what it entails to use it... that is all different. I've made a study of the magic of Caido and everything I've developed so far falls within the bounds of this world, not mine." He looked up, a slightly pained, lopsided smile on his sharp-featured face as he noted the other man's hopefulness, which seemed far more than kindness for a near-stranger could account for. "What abilities did you have on your world that you're hoping to recover, though?"
"No," he admitted regretfully as he worked. "The abilities I've been developing here are... outwardly there is some similarity. But how the magic feels, what it entails to use it... that is all different. I've made a study of the magic of Caido and everything I've developed so far falls within the bounds of this world, not mine." He looked up, a slightly pained, lopsided smile on his sharp-featured face as he noted the other man's hopefulness, which seemed far more than kindness for a near-stranger could account for. "What abilities did you have on your world that you're hoping to recover, though?"
