"Perhaps," Jigano agreed, though not very convincingly. Knowing that her skills could be needed in the Infirmary at any moment with someone falling ill or making it through the monsters to stumble, wounded, into the supposed safety of the Temple, she should have been here. She was curious and strong-willed, true, but she was also a consummate professional. Where could she have been called away to, outside of the Temple, that was more important than her patients?
But there was nothing that he could do about it at the moment. And Lucas's other question provided a welcome distraction to more mundane things, and memories that weren't soaked in blood and loss. "I have some skill at flute, lapharp, and mandolin," he said, glancing over at the rapt interest in the blond's expression. It was oddly soothing to speak of his secondary profession, and he relaxed a little as he passed two more strips of cloth to his companion. "And song, of course, in a number of languages not spoken here." The last admission held a hint of wry acknowledgment of what he had left behind him. "Are you a musician yourself, then?"
Some worlds were worse, but many seemed better - at least in not being bounded by a barrier that shrunk them to a tragic fragment of their proper size and glory. Some of the words Lucas said were known to the lorekeeper - electricity, running water, coffee - but most of the others were alien or simply hard to imagine. Buildings that were hundreds of stories tall? How did they not collapse under their own weight? "I am sorry you were taken from it," he spoke with weary sincerity. "It sounds like a fascinating place. What did you do there, if I may ask?"
But there was nothing that he could do about it at the moment. And Lucas's other question provided a welcome distraction to more mundane things, and memories that weren't soaked in blood and loss. "I have some skill at flute, lapharp, and mandolin," he said, glancing over at the rapt interest in the blond's expression. It was oddly soothing to speak of his secondary profession, and he relaxed a little as he passed two more strips of cloth to his companion. "And song, of course, in a number of languages not spoken here." The last admission held a hint of wry acknowledgment of what he had left behind him. "Are you a musician yourself, then?"
Some worlds were worse, but many seemed better - at least in not being bounded by a barrier that shrunk them to a tragic fragment of their proper size and glory. Some of the words Lucas said were known to the lorekeeper - electricity, running water, coffee - but most of the others were alien or simply hard to imagine. Buildings that were hundreds of stories tall? How did they not collapse under their own weight? "I am sorry you were taken from it," he spoke with weary sincerity. "It sounds like a fascinating place. What did you do there, if I may ask?"
