Jigano didn't quite beam with pride at Vervain's compliment of Isuma, but it was close. The little gryphlet protected a part of his heart with her sweet joy and cheerful curiosity, and as she was the closest thing he ever intended to have to a child he happily spoiled her. He was lucky she had such a naturally bright personality, or that spoiling might not have gone over quite as well, but fortune had smiled on him when the ice fairy had gifted him the wintry egg, and Isuma was a healthy and happy little creature.
"The place probably needs a thorough scrubbing," he agreed, though not with any enthusiasm for the task. Just sweeping up the large area was a job that kept him busy as they talked, and he emptied more than one dustpan out an open window to be washed away with the Flowerbirth rains. And then there was the daunting pile of linens... at least the weather was warm enough to make a trip to the stream pleasant? He certainly wasn't going to abandon Vervain to them on her own!
When he had finished his sweeping he went to help the Rathskeller's ex-mistress with making the beds, talk of Edy sobering him swiftly. He nodded agreement in being thankful they had all survived - "Only thanks to you," he murmured with a gracious nod of respect for the healer.
"I don't think anyone here has even a tenth of her knowledge or skill with these tools," he admitted sadly. "She was a prodigy, driven to make up for in manual skill and mental knowledge what she lacked in magic. But... she was one of my loreseekers, as well. She had gathered a number of books from the Atheneum in our Hall, medical texts and the like. Perhaps those may help you find a place to start. Isla had... once offered... to let me practice stitching on her, since she said Ascended don't feel pain." He winced at the memory, remembering how he had turned her down. "I can teach you what she taught me, if you don't already know it," he offered. "Suturing, treating head injuries, resuscitation... I already knew something of setting broken bones and bandaging wounds."
"The place probably needs a thorough scrubbing," he agreed, though not with any enthusiasm for the task. Just sweeping up the large area was a job that kept him busy as they talked, and he emptied more than one dustpan out an open window to be washed away with the Flowerbirth rains. And then there was the daunting pile of linens... at least the weather was warm enough to make a trip to the stream pleasant? He certainly wasn't going to abandon Vervain to them on her own!
When he had finished his sweeping he went to help the Rathskeller's ex-mistress with making the beds, talk of Edy sobering him swiftly. He nodded agreement in being thankful they had all survived - "Only thanks to you," he murmured with a gracious nod of respect for the healer.
"I don't think anyone here has even a tenth of her knowledge or skill with these tools," he admitted sadly. "She was a prodigy, driven to make up for in manual skill and mental knowledge what she lacked in magic. But... she was one of my loreseekers, as well. She had gathered a number of books from the Atheneum in our Hall, medical texts and the like. Perhaps those may help you find a place to start. Isla had... once offered... to let me practice stitching on her, since she said Ascended don't feel pain." He winced at the memory, remembering how he had turned her down. "I can teach you what she taught me, if you don't already know it," he offered. "Suturing, treating head injuries, resuscitation... I already knew something of setting broken bones and bandaging wounds."
