[Training] Never give up, never surrender

He nodded slowly as Quanil settled once Isuma had left. "All I can ask is that you try," he agreed, remembering acutely in that moment why he had resolved to never have children of his own. The urge to lecture his youngest Loreseeker was strong, but he bit his tongue against it, remembering Amalia's words, and Remi's from long ago, and not wanting to turn away someone who was so sincere and genuine in their love of learning.

Even if that tiny shrieking was a noise he could do without ever hearing again from anything other than a tea kettle on the boil.

"You have your homework for the week, then," he said shaking off Isuma's disgruntled emotions through the bond, and sending soothing ones to her instead. He smiled at Quanil and nodded at the staff they held. "And I'd better let you get to it. I've a few things to start preparing... the Tangleweed wrangling is coming up, and we've a dorm to build when we get the chance, and I need to collect some seeds for the Healer in Halo..." He trailed off with a wry shake of his head. "I've been meaning to take you over to Torchline, too, now that it's opened up. After the Tangleweeds, perhaps. I'll see you back at the Guild soon. And thank you, Quanil, for helping me work on training my own magic today," he added with a warmer smile. "I'm getting a better hang of it, I think!"

With that, the Provost collected his staves and headed out.