His name echoing through the stillness of the Temple had him hiding a wince as he turned, taking in Sam's appearance with a raised brow and no little concern on his haggard features. The pale man looked battered and in disarray, but with, somehow, less tension and anxiety in his posture than usual. Considering their circumstances, Jigano was dully surprised, though he had enough strength back now to manage a reassuring nod.
"Samuel," he said softly, checking the last lock and stepping away from the door to meet the bookmaker and walk them further away from the doors and whatever might be lurking outside them. "I am uninjured, by some twist of luck. Which is more than you can say. What happened to you? Why are your hands bandaged?" Pale brows rose as he looked from the timid Natural to the locked door in uncertainty. "Did you... did something happen to your house, that you had to run here for shelter?"
"Samuel," he said softly, checking the last lock and stepping away from the door to meet the bookmaker and walk them further away from the doors and whatever might be lurking outside them. "I am uninjured, by some twist of luck. Which is more than you can say. What happened to you? Why are your hands bandaged?" Pale brows rose as he looked from the timid Natural to the locked door in uncertainty. "Did you... did something happen to your house, that you had to run here for shelter?"
