The snarl was entirely expected at that point. Loren appeared to have lost himself to the honey badger's instincts, and Jigano knew better than to take it personally as he reached the bottom of the stairs and edged carefully closer to the beast and its prey.
The apology a moment later was more of a relief than Jigano had expected. Corralling an angry honey badger until it calmed down enough to regain the mind of a man again was not high on his list of ways to get mauled, and he'd been wondering how he would do it. Having Loren come back to himself on his own was the best possible scenario, and the bard tilted a wry smile at the abashed beastie. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, crouching down to check the damage. The bird was still moving, so it was still alive, at least, but there was quite a lot of red on those white feathers, and it wouldn't be kicking much longer at the rate it was going. "Hold it steady, please..." Gently went without saying as Jigano reached out to run soothing fingers over the distressed and mangled bird.
He felt the golden strings in his soul vibrate in response to the need to fix the damage he could sense, and he quickly pulled off one glove and pressed his skin to the feathers, striking a chiming chord with the magic to start it flowing, down his arm, pooling like heat in his palm, before plunging into the ningo. He calmed it first, quieting the fear that overwhelmed it so it wouldn't hurt itself further as he reached into the punctures were sharp ratel teeth had sunk deep. As it became easier to breathe the bird stopped its struggles, lying limply in Loren's jaws as Jigano moved to the gashes that his colleague's claws had torn beneath white feathers, sinking into the pale flesh beneath.
While he was healing the bird the bard gave his friend a wry smile. "First time meeting prey in your animal form?" he asked.
The apology a moment later was more of a relief than Jigano had expected. Corralling an angry honey badger until it calmed down enough to regain the mind of a man again was not high on his list of ways to get mauled, and he'd been wondering how he would do it. Having Loren come back to himself on his own was the best possible scenario, and the bard tilted a wry smile at the abashed beastie. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, crouching down to check the damage. The bird was still moving, so it was still alive, at least, but there was quite a lot of red on those white feathers, and it wouldn't be kicking much longer at the rate it was going. "Hold it steady, please..." Gently went without saying as Jigano reached out to run soothing fingers over the distressed and mangled bird.
He felt the golden strings in his soul vibrate in response to the need to fix the damage he could sense, and he quickly pulled off one glove and pressed his skin to the feathers, striking a chiming chord with the magic to start it flowing, down his arm, pooling like heat in his palm, before plunging into the ningo. He calmed it first, quieting the fear that overwhelmed it so it wouldn't hurt itself further as he reached into the punctures were sharp ratel teeth had sunk deep. As it became easier to breathe the bird stopped its struggles, lying limply in Loren's jaws as Jigano moved to the gashes that his colleague's claws had torn beneath white feathers, sinking into the pale flesh beneath.
While he was healing the bird the bard gave his friend a wry smile. "First time meeting prey in your animal form?" he asked.
