Aonghas leaned back on his palms, mostly to get out of the way, and watched carefully as Jigano performed his craft. With a tilted head and as much of a smile as he could muster through the pain, he observed the bard’s look of concentration. Then back to the healing hands as he was sure he began to feel a strange sensation, although it was hard to see the bruised flesh from this angle even with craning his neck too look.
The “no” brought him out of his curiosity and he looked up again. ”I…think I understand.” Unsure how to answer the question that followed, Aonghas turned his head away slightly and his fingertips curled into the moist earth beneath them. He had been told before that he was now an accepted and without his power. Loren had suggested he pray for a fragment of what he had lost but he had already decided he wouldn’t dare go cap in hand to any God here. Jigano’s statement only backed up what he had been told and it made it feel final.
”Nothing that I can’t live without, if I’m honest.” It wasn’t something he had ever tried to live without. He had lived as something completely different to what he was here, trying to encapsulate what that was in words and then explain it just didn’t seem possible to him. At least not right now anyway.
”I suppose it just feels as though, I’m a little incomplete. Like I’m missing an arm or some other valuable appendage.” the short laugh that followed was a hollow one.
Shaking his head he nodded towards the bard’s efforts once more. ”It’s a darn good shout that if I was to stumble, quite literally, in on anyone that it was someone who rediscovered their healing magic.” He forced a grin. ”Ah- and thank you, by the way.” He wouldn’t forget his courtesies.
The “no” brought him out of his curiosity and he looked up again. ”I…think I understand.” Unsure how to answer the question that followed, Aonghas turned his head away slightly and his fingertips curled into the moist earth beneath them. He had been told before that he was now an accepted and without his power. Loren had suggested he pray for a fragment of what he had lost but he had already decided he wouldn’t dare go cap in hand to any God here. Jigano’s statement only backed up what he had been told and it made it feel final.
”Nothing that I can’t live without, if I’m honest.” It wasn’t something he had ever tried to live without. He had lived as something completely different to what he was here, trying to encapsulate what that was in words and then explain it just didn’t seem possible to him. At least not right now anyway.
”I suppose it just feels as though, I’m a little incomplete. Like I’m missing an arm or some other valuable appendage.” the short laugh that followed was a hollow one.
Shaking his head he nodded towards the bard’s efforts once more. ”It’s a darn good shout that if I was to stumble, quite literally, in on anyone that it was someone who rediscovered their healing magic.” He forced a grin. ”Ah- and thank you, by the way.” He wouldn’t forget his courtesies.
