Remi kept his gaze down, subdued and unhappy, and Jigano suppressed the urge to sigh. The fight would have been upsetting enough on its own, but that the shapechanger had chosen the boy's lost love... Frustrated as he was by the emotional outburst, he could understand it when he stopped to think. Remi had said he didn't love the man anymore, but that didn't mean he had lost all feelings for him.
The bard watched the young man walk away before turning to his own unpleasant task. He had just knelt to examine a talon when the echo of a mental voice violated his mind. He flinched, gritting his teeth against the unwelcome intimacy, the intrusion he could no longer keep out. He couldn't help but look back at the eagle's cry, sucking in a breath of wonder at the beautiful creature but... Resolutely he turned his eyes away, the moment tainted by Remi's thoughts forcing their way into his head. He focused down on the beast instead, humming a complicated dirge under his breath to keep his mind closed as best he could.
Carefully, deft fingers reached out to probe the base of each claw on the outflung hand, checking for sacs of poison or venom, or a hollow tip in the talon itself. He moved his examination to the mouth of the beast next, again checking for a means to deliver poison to a victim. Along the way he pulled his notebook out, flipping a few pages forward to write his notes, including a rough sketch of how the different 'parts' of the creature fit together - human corpse and feline traits and the spidery, almost lizard-like patches that he presumed were its base characteristics.
Finally he gently turned its mishapen head away, so it would be hidden from where Remi stood. He scrubbed his hands clean with snow and stood, dusting dirt and snow from his knees. He walked to where Remi waited, keeping watch with his eagle-eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Do you want to bury it again? Or... do you just want to keep moving?" He glanced up, seeking sight of the eagle from earlier. "Your friend... is he a companion, like Edy's bobcat?"
The bard watched the young man walk away before turning to his own unpleasant task. He had just knelt to examine a talon when the echo of a mental voice violated his mind. He flinched, gritting his teeth against the unwelcome intimacy, the intrusion he could no longer keep out. He couldn't help but look back at the eagle's cry, sucking in a breath of wonder at the beautiful creature but... Resolutely he turned his eyes away, the moment tainted by Remi's thoughts forcing their way into his head. He focused down on the beast instead, humming a complicated dirge under his breath to keep his mind closed as best he could.
Carefully, deft fingers reached out to probe the base of each claw on the outflung hand, checking for sacs of poison or venom, or a hollow tip in the talon itself. He moved his examination to the mouth of the beast next, again checking for a means to deliver poison to a victim. Along the way he pulled his notebook out, flipping a few pages forward to write his notes, including a rough sketch of how the different 'parts' of the creature fit together - human corpse and feline traits and the spidery, almost lizard-like patches that he presumed were its base characteristics.
Finally he gently turned its mishapen head away, so it would be hidden from where Remi stood. He scrubbed his hands clean with snow and stood, dusting dirt and snow from his knees. He walked to where Remi waited, keeping watch with his eagle-eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Do you want to bury it again? Or... do you just want to keep moving?" He glanced up, seeking sight of the eagle from earlier. "Your friend... is he a companion, like Edy's bobcat?"
