Jigano looked up at the sound of a familiar voice rising over the sounds of industry in the settlement. ”Not for too long,” the bard agreed with a smile, but the smile faltered to concern at the signs of damage to Caiside’s handsome face. His own was, indeed, unmarked, but his cheeks were hollower and there were shadows in his eyes that hadn’t been there before Long Night. He carried himself with a weariness he couldn’t entirely hide, but some of that fell away as he stepped forward to meet his friend, raising a hand to indicate the healing scabs.
”Yes, of course, but tell me – what happened to you? I had heard you’d dislocated your shoulder during Long Night but the person who told me didn’t know how. Did you go out in the dark?” Though he was concerned, Caiside had obviously survived, so Jigano’s worry was already somewhat assuaged. He hefted the heavy sack with its clinking contents and began to walk, leading the way through the lightly drizzling rain towards the destination, which wasn’t so far away.
”Yes, of course, but tell me – what happened to you? I had heard you’d dislocated your shoulder during Long Night but the person who told me didn’t know how. Did you go out in the dark?” Though he was concerned, Caiside had obviously survived, so Jigano’s worry was already somewhat assuaged. He hefted the heavy sack with its clinking contents and began to walk, leading the way through the lightly drizzling rain towards the destination, which wasn’t so far away.
