Sam was vaguely aware of Jigano breathing above him, a sound that could both just be a natural horse noise or a sigh of annoyance. He tried to calm down his own breathing enough to listen to what Jigano had to say, but there was still a sharp thread of panic in his chest. A thought occurred to him as he recovered that he had not been hurt by the sunlight here - because it was fictional, probably.
This thought distracted him enough to calm him, Jigano's nose on his shoulder comforting too; his usual fear of horses wasn't so bad when the touch was so gentle.
"I...I suppose you're right. It could be a...thing of wits. To work out the story." He nodded, staring down at his hands and thinking of the skills Jigano had listed. It sounded like too much for him, but it was all true. Maybe he could do this.
Shifting a little (the floor was covered in hay that prickled his legs and he wished smells didn't make it through the book because there was a definite worrying aroma beneath him) he took a moment to think, pressing his lips together and staring up at Jigano. Despite his new body and their predicament, the other man seemed calm and collected. Perhaps Sam had been stupid to think them cut from the same cloth.
"...Do you know what this tale is, then?" He asked, glancing about them, past the stable where the environment faded into vague ideas. "I do not. I suppose I have read similar stories, but I do not recall a 'firebird'."
This thought distracted him enough to calm him, Jigano's nose on his shoulder comforting too; his usual fear of horses wasn't so bad when the touch was so gentle.
"I...I suppose you're right. It could be a...thing of wits. To work out the story." He nodded, staring down at his hands and thinking of the skills Jigano had listed. It sounded like too much for him, but it was all true. Maybe he could do this.
Shifting a little (the floor was covered in hay that prickled his legs and he wished smells didn't make it through the book because there was a definite worrying aroma beneath him) he took a moment to think, pressing his lips together and staring up at Jigano. Despite his new body and their predicament, the other man seemed calm and collected. Perhaps Sam had been stupid to think them cut from the same cloth.
"...Do you know what this tale is, then?" He asked, glancing about them, past the stable where the environment faded into vague ideas. "I do not. I suppose I have read similar stories, but I do not recall a 'firebird'."
