Loren might not have been worried but Jigano was, a faint rumble of discontent and the heat of ire in the Attuned bond for a moment at the thought of Zariah hurting another of the bard's friends. Pushing it would do no good, however, and for all that the summoner seemed willing to martyr himself to prove Zariah's cruelty yet again, at least he had a line which he wouldn't allow her to cross. Alright. I trust you. I don't have to like the thought of her putting you at deliberate risk, though, he grumbled, feeling more than a little protective after all the difficulties Loren had already gone through just that year alone.
It was Jigano's turn to bite his lip, pretending to focus on his work as he held in a sigh. "No," he admitted softly. "I... don't know what I'll do. I'll try, but..." He smiled wryly down at the bell-shaped jar in his hands, setting it aside to begin on another. "He's as stubborn as I am. We're evenly matched, he and I, and when one of us sets our heels in we know there's no budging. Luckily it doesn't happen often. Mostly... mostly just over LongNight." His hands tightened on the creation, and he thickened the glass subconsciously to compensate. "Last year I lost Caiside despite being in town and the at the door he was knocking on. I... almost lost Rory, too. Because I wasn't there. If I'm not there this year, and the monsters come back wearing his sister's voice again I don't think... that he'll..." Be able to resist, went unsaid into the sudden silence and the tight lines of worry in the bard's face.
It was Jigano's turn to bite his lip, pretending to focus on his work as he held in a sigh. "No," he admitted softly. "I... don't know what I'll do. I'll try, but..." He smiled wryly down at the bell-shaped jar in his hands, setting it aside to begin on another. "He's as stubborn as I am. We're evenly matched, he and I, and when one of us sets our heels in we know there's no budging. Luckily it doesn't happen often. Mostly... mostly just over LongNight." His hands tightened on the creation, and he thickened the glass subconsciously to compensate. "Last year I lost Caiside despite being in town and the at the door he was knocking on. I... almost lost Rory, too. Because I wasn't there. If I'm not there this year, and the monsters come back wearing his sister's voice again I don't think... that he'll..." Be able to resist, went unsaid into the sudden silence and the tight lines of worry in the bard's face.
