He would never have approached if he'd seen Remi move in before him, but what was done, was done. More surprising was the animosity from the strange woman. He'd never met her before, he was certain of it, but her curtness and deliberate mischaracterization of what he'd said were surprisingly hostile from someone only offering aid. But...
He glanced from her to Remi, seeing the way they seemed to close ranks around the injured man, the familiarity between them, and somehow, from deeper inside than he had expected, he found a well of disappointment. He had, for some reason, thought the young man would keep their dislike personal. Private. Not something to be aired about in a choosing of sides. Perhaps Remi realized this as well, offering a half-hearted truth that undoubtedly salved the boy's conscience.
Since he wouldn't meet Jigano's gaze, and the woman had already asked him to leave, he merely nodded to Ronin, speaking quietly. "If you have any questions that need a researcher or loreseeker, feel free to seek me out... once you've been tended to, of course." With a lopsided smile the bard bowed and turned away to let the man's friends begin their first-aid. He glanced to Amalia and Rexanna, offering them nods and wan smiles if they met his gaze, but they seemed more curious about the antlers Amalia had gained. Normally he would have been, too... but there was a coldness in his chest he recognized, one he hadn't felt bite nearly so hard since he had arrived in Caido.
Perhaps Rory was back on the farm, and would have a moment for a small, furry friend... Wrapping his grey cloak around himself, footsteps soft and nearly trackless, the lorekeeper disappeared quickly into the orchard and from there, into the woods beyond.
He glanced from her to Remi, seeing the way they seemed to close ranks around the injured man, the familiarity between them, and somehow, from deeper inside than he had expected, he found a well of disappointment. He had, for some reason, thought the young man would keep their dislike personal. Private. Not something to be aired about in a choosing of sides. Perhaps Remi realized this as well, offering a half-hearted truth that undoubtedly salved the boy's conscience.
Since he wouldn't meet Jigano's gaze, and the woman had already asked him to leave, he merely nodded to Ronin, speaking quietly. "If you have any questions that need a researcher or loreseeker, feel free to seek me out... once you've been tended to, of course." With a lopsided smile the bard bowed and turned away to let the man's friends begin their first-aid. He glanced to Amalia and Rexanna, offering them nods and wan smiles if they met his gaze, but they seemed more curious about the antlers Amalia had gained. Normally he would have been, too... but there was a coldness in his chest he recognized, one he hadn't felt bite nearly so hard since he had arrived in Caido.
Perhaps Rory was back on the farm, and would have a moment for a small, furry friend... Wrapping his grey cloak around himself, footsteps soft and nearly trackless, the lorekeeper disappeared quickly into the orchard and from there, into the woods beyond.
