He listened quietly, holding his reservations and opinions back, keeping them silent within as he let Quanil talk. A missing sister who she didn't seem to care about finding, a brother who might well be permanently handicapped, and a mother who had lost the use of an arm for weeks or months to come as they moved into the growing season? Not all Naturals would accept Healing from an Abandoned, he knew, and it sounded as though Quanil's family was one of the more traditional ones. He held his tongue as the young applicant revealed how young they really were, hiding the wince but not the raised brow that followed at the blatant hyperbole about books and danger.
"It sounds like they care about you very much," he said slowly, considering each word,"if they're so worried about your safety. And they were the ones who taught you to read in the first place." He paused for a moment to consider his next words carefully, seeing a problem set before them both with no easy solutions. "I said that Loreseekers had to consider the consequences of their actions and the knowledge they hold. I do not know your family or home as well as you do, so tell me this: what do you think will happen to them, if your mother and brother are too injured to work the farm for the next few weeks, or longer? And your sister's fate is still unknown?"
"It sounds like they care about you very much," he said slowly, considering each word,"if they're so worried about your safety. And they were the ones who taught you to read in the first place." He paused for a moment to consider his next words carefully, seeing a problem set before them both with no easy solutions. "I said that Loreseekers had to consider the consequences of their actions and the knowledge they hold. I do not know your family or home as well as you do, so tell me this: what do you think will happen to them, if your mother and brother are too injured to work the farm for the next few weeks, or longer? And your sister's fate is still unknown?"
