This wasn't Jigano's first new Outlander, and he was content to wait with calm patience as she sorted herself out, shock clearly playing a role and not one he was in any hurry to force. She was moving and didn't seem to be bleeding, and if she let him close enough he might be able to check for internal damage, but if she didn't? Well, that was okay, too. If she needed to hit herself on the back of the head to convince herself she was awake and he was real, who was he to argue with methods that seemed to work? Besides aside from the heat (and at least it was a dry heat) it was a beautiful day in the shade, and he was in no hurry.
The wrench was interesting. Some sort of clockwork or machine builder, perhaps? An engineer or technician? His eyes followed it until her shout made him blink and brought his attention back around again, realizing she was staring at his empty shoulder. High in the branches above Isuma chortled again, still out of sight (he had learned before that not all outlanders took the presence of gryphons in stride) and he arched a pale brow as the woman seemed to find her tongue and use it to build a workable sentence or three. He stayed where he was for a moment longer before approaching slowly, moving to help pick up some stray clothes that had been blown onto some bushes. "My name is Jigano,"" he said conversationally, keeping his tone light and gentle. "You're in a place known as the Hollowed Grounds. This right here is the Glade. As for what happened... what's the last thing you remember?" First things first, see what sort of world she came from to see what similarities they could try and match up.
The wrench was interesting. Some sort of clockwork or machine builder, perhaps? An engineer or technician? His eyes followed it until her shout made him blink and brought his attention back around again, realizing she was staring at his empty shoulder. High in the branches above Isuma chortled again, still out of sight (he had learned before that not all outlanders took the presence of gryphons in stride) and he arched a pale brow as the woman seemed to find her tongue and use it to build a workable sentence or three. He stayed where he was for a moment longer before approaching slowly, moving to help pick up some stray clothes that had been blown onto some bushes. "My name is Jigano,"" he said conversationally, keeping his tone light and gentle. "You're in a place known as the Hollowed Grounds. This right here is the Glade. As for what happened... what's the last thing you remember?" First things first, see what sort of world she came from to see what similarities they could try and match up.
