"Why would I mind?" Jigano grinned across the table. "I think everyone sane is hoping for that!" It would be a nice change of pace, that was a certainty.
His grief was still deep, though much of his anger had been spent in his earlier encounter in Torchline, and he managed a tired smile of gratitude as Loren reached out to him. "Oh, it's easy to believe that she's gone. She's been gone before. It's just... hard to believe that she's not coming back, this time," he admitted quietly. "But it's sinking in, a little more each day." So many regrets, but letting them go was part of healing from the loss.
Rory was a subject that would always bring light back to Jigano's eyes, however, and he left Maea's death in the past as they changed the subject to something more down to earth. "Mm. Changing, yes, and... letting go of the bars," the bard agreed. Phoebe was a subject less dear to the bard's heart, and he tilted his head in wry acknowledgment of Loren's list of the former-Dean's list of projects half-started and rarely finished. He wondered what had become of that organ-plant she had been trying to grow...
"Mm. Not really much of a loss, I suppose, put like that. I don't have the time to devote to the position full-time, though," he admitted openly, for once not trying to take on more than he could handle. "But there are other Healers in the Grounds, Naturals who would be more invested in the position and the people under their care," he mused. "Ones who wouldn't abandon them at the drop of a hat." Or at least, who would fight for their patients and the duties they had asked to take on.
He listened to Loren's own recent activities, nodding in encouragement of the missions that had taken the Healer out of the palace and into the streets. "It sounds like you're making a real difference here," he encouraged with a warm smile, one that faltered at hearing that the relationship had ended so soon. "Ah... condolences on it not working out," he murmured, a little awkwardly. Clearing his throat, he looked over the meal that was being laid out. "Ah, is there anything I can help you warm up?" he asked, unsure what magics the summoner had unlocked since their last chance to chat. "I don't remember if I told you that I've gained fire magic?"
His grief was still deep, though much of his anger had been spent in his earlier encounter in Torchline, and he managed a tired smile of gratitude as Loren reached out to him. "Oh, it's easy to believe that she's gone. She's been gone before. It's just... hard to believe that she's not coming back, this time," he admitted quietly. "But it's sinking in, a little more each day." So many regrets, but letting them go was part of healing from the loss.
Rory was a subject that would always bring light back to Jigano's eyes, however, and he left Maea's death in the past as they changed the subject to something more down to earth. "Mm. Changing, yes, and... letting go of the bars," the bard agreed. Phoebe was a subject less dear to the bard's heart, and he tilted his head in wry acknowledgment of Loren's list of the former-Dean's list of projects half-started and rarely finished. He wondered what had become of that organ-plant she had been trying to grow...
"Mm. Not really much of a loss, I suppose, put like that. I don't have the time to devote to the position full-time, though," he admitted openly, for once not trying to take on more than he could handle. "But there are other Healers in the Grounds, Naturals who would be more invested in the position and the people under their care," he mused. "Ones who wouldn't abandon them at the drop of a hat." Or at least, who would fight for their patients and the duties they had asked to take on.
He listened to Loren's own recent activities, nodding in encouragement of the missions that had taken the Healer out of the palace and into the streets. "It sounds like you're making a real difference here," he encouraged with a warm smile, one that faltered at hearing that the relationship had ended so soon. "Ah... condolences on it not working out," he murmured, a little awkwardly. Clearing his throat, he looked over the meal that was being laid out. "Ah, is there anything I can help you warm up?" he asked, unsure what magics the summoner had unlocked since their last chance to chat. "I don't remember if I told you that I've gained fire magic?"
