Jigano did not need much to Heal Oia'i'o; a light brush of his fingers against hers for a handful of seconds or so. As one who was generally reticent about unnecessary touching from strangers he respected her personal space and didn't let his hand linger longer than necessary, stepping back with a nod of acknowledgment at her observation. He wasn't sure if he agreed with it, but she wasn't necessarily wrong, either, and silence seemed the best course while all focus was on soothing the little luxere. Summoning and illusion, fire magic and animal calling, all combined to finally bring the poor creature a little peace...
But not without a price being exacted from their company first.
He had turned first to those nearest to him, to Kai and Oia, trusting Zuriel and Loren to spread their healing to those in their reach in turn. It wasn't until the luxere nosed up to Rae's quiet daughter and Loren's howl split the air that he realized one of their company would not rise again. He drew in a sharp breath as he turned, seeing Abasi cradled in the Launceleyn's arms, and perhaps it was selfish of him to worry not for the undertaker but for the man who held him.
"Loren..." he said softly, starting to reach back for his friend, but Neron stepped forward and blocked the mourning mage from view, and Jigano drew in a slow, shuddering breath. There was nothing more he could do for them for now, but there were others standing about, looking singed and burned to various degrees, and he pulled a facade of composure of his features as he looked around at those most in need of first aid. "I can Heal those who need it, before you go," he offered quietly to those remaining, and would do what he could to mitigate their burns before they left Loren and his lost love in peace.
{Fin for Jigano}
But not without a price being exacted from their company first.
He had turned first to those nearest to him, to Kai and Oia, trusting Zuriel and Loren to spread their healing to those in their reach in turn. It wasn't until the luxere nosed up to Rae's quiet daughter and Loren's howl split the air that he realized one of their company would not rise again. He drew in a sharp breath as he turned, seeing Abasi cradled in the Launceleyn's arms, and perhaps it was selfish of him to worry not for the undertaker but for the man who held him.
"Loren..." he said softly, starting to reach back for his friend, but Neron stepped forward and blocked the mourning mage from view, and Jigano drew in a slow, shuddering breath. There was nothing more he could do for them for now, but there were others standing about, looking singed and burned to various degrees, and he pulled a facade of composure of his features as he looked around at those most in need of first aid. "I can Heal those who need it, before you go," he offered quietly to those remaining, and would do what he could to mitigate their burns before they left Loren and his lost love in peace.
{Fin for Jigano}
