"I did, too," Jigano admitted, some of the sadness returning to his voice. It was balanced by relief, though, that just this once (well, twice, counting Ronin) the presumed-dead had not stayed that way. "She has no memory of the time she lost. She was sick, and then she was feverish, and then... then she came back to herself in the snowy waste of Halo. She survived and made her way back here." His smile was softer, glad to be able to recount at least one survivor after the recent tragedy. "She's back on active duty, though... I believe she intends to sell the farm and orchard," he admitted more soberly. A clean start, no anchors of her past weighing her down; he thought Quanil could appreciate that. Perhaps Maea could serve as something of a mentor to the newest Seeker? She'd been out of the loop for a long time, but it would require some thinking over. Sam was already Maea's mentor, or had been before her disappearance.
"I'll have to see about arranging a meeting with the whole Guild, now that we're up and running again," he said, smile returning, at least faintly. "A chance for everyone to get to know each other, or as many as we can bring together all at once." Amalia, stuck in the Infirmary... his heart twinged with pain for her, but his Healing wasn't enough to return the use of her legs to her. Not on its own, at least. It was in Deimos's hands now.
"I'll have to see about arranging a meeting with the whole Guild, now that we're up and running again," he said, smile returning, at least faintly. "A chance for everyone to get to know each other, or as many as we can bring together all at once." Amalia, stuck in the Infirmary... his heart twinged with pain for her, but his Healing wasn't enough to return the use of her legs to her. Not on its own, at least. It was in Deimos's hands now.
