Samuel
Sam tilted his head as Nate snapped, then laughed as the man found his word. "How organised. I thought you'd be the kind to improvise your lessons." His hands cupped around his mug of tea he smiled over it at his partner, teasing glint in his eyes. The joy left for a moment as he watched Nate pour a flask into the tea, but he said nothing for the moment, his smile only flickering for a second.He let his hand be taken, gently stroking his thumb against Nate's palm. "How many lessons do you have? There's no real rush, is there? We have plenty of healers, magic or otherwise...take the time to make the next generation even better." Sam really had no idea about healing or what it was Nate was teaching, but he reckoned it was likely quite complex - better to take the time on it rather than rushing.
"Oh, I suppose." He looked over to his own work, ran a finger over the blank page. "I'm finding it hard to concentrate sometimes, but it's nice to be working...with everything that's gone on recently, I've neglected my books. It's difficult, with..." He held up his wounded hand. "The Voice offered me a way to fix it, and I'm going to, but...it won't be for a while, so I have to try and work anyway."
And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get
'Cause the older I get
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject
