He could see the questions in Sam's eyes, but he thought his friend also sensed the sadness the memories brought the bard, and Jigano appreciated that the other man didn't press for too many details. Even talking about his lost friends this much was... new. Something he hadn't considered he could do for a long time. So perhaps he was healing, a little? Slowly, but even a little bit helped...
Sam's laugh brought the grin back to Jigano's lips, and he gave a gracious nod of agreement that the adventure had brought them together. He opened his mouth, reaching for the pocket in his sleeve as he sensed the moment was right--
And Sam quickly moved on. Jigano had to stifle a rueful chuckle at how tricky the timing was proving to be, but the question was a good one, and he found himself momentarily distracted as his expression turned thoughtful. "I... I honestly don't know," he said slowly. "I don't know how those sentient books were made or where they came from. You're right that they'd be useful though, not least for safer training purposes." He thought particularly of when he and Isla were discussing how to train him to set stitches in a squirming patient, or performing resuscitation. His attention focused back on Sam, lips quirking up into a smile. "But with your skill at bookmaking, you would be the best person to research it, I think. Perhaps there are books in the Atheneum that talk about its history and might give you clues? We do need to know more about them as we collect them back into the vault."
He cleared his throat, a little self-conscious as he glanced off to the side, slipping the charm and a gold coin from his pocket and into his hand. "Ah, and speaking of the books and our first adventure, I wanted to give you something... a memory token. A luckpiece. To commemorate our first meeting." He stole a glance at his friend, trying to judge his reaction.
Sam's laugh brought the grin back to Jigano's lips, and he gave a gracious nod of agreement that the adventure had brought them together. He opened his mouth, reaching for the pocket in his sleeve as he sensed the moment was right--
And Sam quickly moved on. Jigano had to stifle a rueful chuckle at how tricky the timing was proving to be, but the question was a good one, and he found himself momentarily distracted as his expression turned thoughtful. "I... I honestly don't know," he said slowly. "I don't know how those sentient books were made or where they came from. You're right that they'd be useful though, not least for safer training purposes." He thought particularly of when he and Isla were discussing how to train him to set stitches in a squirming patient, or performing resuscitation. His attention focused back on Sam, lips quirking up into a smile. "But with your skill at bookmaking, you would be the best person to research it, I think. Perhaps there are books in the Atheneum that talk about its history and might give you clues? We do need to know more about them as we collect them back into the vault."
He cleared his throat, a little self-conscious as he glanced off to the side, slipping the charm and a gold coin from his pocket and into his hand. "Ah, and speaking of the books and our first adventure, I wanted to give you something... a memory token. A luckpiece. To commemorate our first meeting." He stole a glance at his friend, trying to judge his reaction.
