He couldn't tell if Loren was numb from shock or if he had just pulled so far away from the world in his grief that he wanted to shut it out completely. Jigano listened through the Attuned bond, seeking some spark or sign of his friend's once-bright curiosity and determination to help... and found only silence and the chill of the Tundra. Leaning against a wall he studied the feather he held, watching Loren through it, the other man masked and clouded by the pale barbs and downy fluff at its base.
"Two things," he said quietly aloud, wondering how much time to give his friend to grieve in peace, and when Loren might allow people back into his life again. "Mmm. Perhaps three," he added with a faint frown, considering a recent difficult meeting in the Guildhall. "First... what happened to this place?" he nodded around at the chaos in the supposed-infirmary. "It looks like what Isla said the Temple's Infirmary looked like when she first saw it."
"Two things," he said quietly aloud, wondering how much time to give his friend to grieve in peace, and when Loren might allow people back into his life again. "Mmm. Perhaps three," he added with a faint frown, considering a recent difficult meeting in the Guildhall. "First... what happened to this place?" he nodded around at the chaos in the supposed-infirmary. "It looks like what Isla said the Temple's Infirmary looked like when she first saw it."
