"Many things," he winked, but his smile faded a bit as he gave a little shake of his head. "And some I had not expected... but the luxere are a deterrent to dark magic - however that is defined - as well as the monsters that roam the Long Night, so it pays to coax them to your door. Or perhaps... to the infirmary's door?" he suggested slyly, a brow arching as talk of the information he'd learned overcame his reticence over his conversation with Remi. "Raw meat will scare them away though, and draw the monsters. Apparently it isn't unheard of for grudges to be settled in such a way... for someone to leave raw meat outside a rival's door on the Long Night as bait to bring the monsters to their home." The grin fell at that, a grim tightening at the corners of lips and eyes showing his distaste of such a thing. "There's also a creature... the 'Sparkbird,' some sort of magical beast who sometimes alights in the Glade during Long Night, if the locals build a perch and leave it offerings. Its light can chase back the darkness for awhile as well."
He gave his friend a lopsided smile at her 'joke' about how busy she was, knowing it was only the truth. "I'd be happy if you did. Perhaps while you're there you can take some of that moonshine back to the infirmary to use as antiseptic!" It certainly was potent stuff, and given how it numbed his tongue he supposed it would work just as well cleaning wounds.
He smiled as she joined him, no longer quite so sensitive to her nearness as their friendship had settled into place. The shared warmth was welcome-- or, it should have been. Jigano cocked a brow in concern as he realized her body was cool against his. Her cloak looked so warm, and he was loathe to give his up, but perhaps she wouldn't take amiss an offer to share for a bit until she warmed up...?
Her words were nearly as chill as her body, though her voice was still familiar. Jigano nodded cautiously at the tale of the Underground - it had been mentioned at the big meeting - and how it seemed linked the New Gods. A little prickle of icewater trailed down his spine as she continued and he listened in silence, knowing, somehow, where the tale would end but not wanting to accept it. "May I ask... what drove you to such a decision?" he asked quietly, thinking of gentle Samuel in his house without sunlight, and a family who had sought to change their son into something... better.
He gave his friend a lopsided smile at her 'joke' about how busy she was, knowing it was only the truth. "I'd be happy if you did. Perhaps while you're there you can take some of that moonshine back to the infirmary to use as antiseptic!" It certainly was potent stuff, and given how it numbed his tongue he supposed it would work just as well cleaning wounds.
He smiled as she joined him, no longer quite so sensitive to her nearness as their friendship had settled into place. The shared warmth was welcome-- or, it should have been. Jigano cocked a brow in concern as he realized her body was cool against his. Her cloak looked so warm, and he was loathe to give his up, but perhaps she wouldn't take amiss an offer to share for a bit until she warmed up...?
Her words were nearly as chill as her body, though her voice was still familiar. Jigano nodded cautiously at the tale of the Underground - it had been mentioned at the big meeting - and how it seemed linked the New Gods. A little prickle of icewater trailed down his spine as she continued and he listened in silence, knowing, somehow, where the tale would end but not wanting to accept it. "May I ask... what drove you to such a decision?" he asked quietly, thinking of gentle Samuel in his house without sunlight, and a family who had sought to change their son into something... better.
