He might have been a little jealous at how much more easily Amalia opened up to Rory than to him, but she had known the hunter all her life, and the two of them would always have things that he could not be a part of. The bard took that thought philosophically, if a little sadly, knowing all that he had willingly given up on his world even before the portal to Caido had changed the course of his life forever. But there were new memories to be made, and friendships to strengthen, and he stepped forward to offer his support to gentle Amalia while Isuma basked in the scritches at the base of her wings and peeped happily.
And if Jigano took a few long moments to admire Rory’s retreating backside, well, he hoped the girl wouldn’t blame him.
Gloves on hands and Rory’s guidance in his ears, Jigano set to helping his friend with enthusiasm, if not skill. Luckily destruction didn’t call for much finesse – but neither did he have a lot of muscle to ease the way. He settled for studying Rory’s technique and attempting to copy it on the other side of the busted boards, levering and rocking the nails out by using the boards themselves to ease the way. And the occasional kick from a booted heel when finesse proved ineffective.
Soon enough the splintered, broken wood was freed and the bard gathered it up in a nearby bucket, transporting it outside where they could salvage the nails later, and the wood could go to Rory’s fireplace, leaving the area inside free for the skilled farm owner to begin repairs.
And if Jigano took a few long moments to admire Rory’s retreating backside, well, he hoped the girl wouldn’t blame him.
Gloves on hands and Rory’s guidance in his ears, Jigano set to helping his friend with enthusiasm, if not skill. Luckily destruction didn’t call for much finesse – but neither did he have a lot of muscle to ease the way. He settled for studying Rory’s technique and attempting to copy it on the other side of the busted boards, levering and rocking the nails out by using the boards themselves to ease the way. And the occasional kick from a booted heel when finesse proved ineffective.
Soon enough the splintered, broken wood was freed and the bard gathered it up in a nearby bucket, transporting it outside where they could salvage the nails later, and the wood could go to Rory’s fireplace, leaving the area inside free for the skilled farm owner to begin repairs.
