They waited. And waited. And Jigano finally did what Amalia so often and so casually did: sprouted fur, soft and thick, hidden beneath his layers to trap what remaining warmth he could. When the doors finally opened he was just turning to Phoebe with concern and a murmured: "If you're getting frostbite, I can Heal it?" but hopefully the approach of the Warden meant they'd be reaching warmth soon.
Or not, as he came to them rather than having them led inside to attend upon him, as Jigano had been expecting. Blue eyes appraised the dark-clad man from within the bard's own many layers, only the thin strip of skin between hats and scarves visible. The mention of Rexanna had him raising a hidden brow; clearly Neron was better informed of their goings-on than he'd expected. But Amalia gathered her courage and stepped forth to speak for them, as their most pious member and therefore defacto leader, and he sent his encouragement to her as she faced the Warden and spoke the truth in simple and forthright terms. He could only undermine her authority by adding anything more, so he stayed where he was, a stalwart presence at her back, supportive and ready to help should she ask it.
Or not, as he came to them rather than having them led inside to attend upon him, as Jigano had been expecting. Blue eyes appraised the dark-clad man from within the bard's own many layers, only the thin strip of skin between hats and scarves visible. The mention of Rexanna had him raising a hidden brow; clearly Neron was better informed of their goings-on than he'd expected. But Amalia gathered her courage and stepped forth to speak for them, as their most pious member and therefore defacto leader, and he sent his encouragement to her as she faced the Warden and spoke the truth in simple and forthright terms. He could only undermine her authority by adding anything more, so he stayed where he was, a stalwart presence at her back, supportive and ready to help should she ask it.
