It was a relief that Sam could still heal swiftly, as Isla said 'normal' Ascended could, though Jigano still wasn't sure what constituted 'normal' in a race where each person seemed to have unique strengths and abilities. With his worries at least somewhat relieved, the Attuned had found new ones soon enough in the romantic proclivities of his friend, but even those were interrupted by the rabbit's flight and subsequent weakness at the barrier's edge.
"Trying not to," the bard muttered, focused on his target, though a wisp of exasperated amusement filtered through his uneasiness. The chair incident was also not far from his own thoughts in that moment - hence why he had moved to throw the snowball before Sam could try. At least the snow wouldn't likely hurt the rabbit if it did. Jigano still had a twinge in his shoulder sometimes, though it was, thankfully fading as the bruises already had.
Throw successful, Jigano watched the rabbit start to run and then stop, a frown coming over his lips. "It might be in shock," he hazarded a guess. "Good eyes, though. With any luck it lives in the woods, far enough away to avoid the effect of the barrier. If it were a magical effect it might be immediate... but I think you're on to something. Some sort of slow... chemical? Poison? That causes things to become damaged over time." All the more reason for people to live as far away as possible from it, nearer the center of the bubble and away from its walls.
"What do you think we should do about him?" the bard asked gently, looking from his worried friend to the shell-shocked bunny.
"Trying not to," the bard muttered, focused on his target, though a wisp of exasperated amusement filtered through his uneasiness. The chair incident was also not far from his own thoughts in that moment - hence why he had moved to throw the snowball before Sam could try. At least the snow wouldn't likely hurt the rabbit if it did. Jigano still had a twinge in his shoulder sometimes, though it was, thankfully fading as the bruises already had.
Throw successful, Jigano watched the rabbit start to run and then stop, a frown coming over his lips. "It might be in shock," he hazarded a guess. "Good eyes, though. With any luck it lives in the woods, far enough away to avoid the effect of the barrier. If it were a magical effect it might be immediate... but I think you're on to something. Some sort of slow... chemical? Poison? That causes things to become damaged over time." All the more reason for people to live as far away as possible from it, nearer the center of the bubble and away from its walls.
"What do you think we should do about him?" the bard asked gently, looking from his worried friend to the shell-shocked bunny.
