Arms deep in a wishing well

Remi's smile was sincere enough, but Jigano could still hear echoes of the soft-spoken accusations the alchemist had hurled at him not so long ago. He set his drink down and bowed his head, taking a breath, and then another. When he looked up again his smile was wry, and he gave a little shake of his head in rueful negation. "Perhaps," he said, his words slow, "it would be better if I listened, instead. What ideas do you have, and can I help with them? I'll be the first to admit that humility isn't my strongest point, but I assure you: I can be taught... eventually." Lips quirking wryly, he raised the fiery feather in his free hand and - carefully - saluted Remi with it. "I would be especially helpful at setting things on fire at the moment. It has a habit of igniting whatever it touches, even things you'd think were fireproof. But if we - or you - need to go outside the protection of the Sanctuary, this will hopefully keep the monsters at bay."