He didn't know whether they would lie to him or not yet, but given their willingness to let their family believe a lie - to lie in actions if not words - it didn't build a great deal of trust right off the bat. Still, it would have been an easy enough fact to check on if he was truly worried about it. His offer had been made from kindness, not distrust, and he nodded gently as she accepted it. "You're a Loreseeker now, Quanil, even if it's one of the rockier starts," he said with a flicker of a smile for his earnest young guest. "We help each other." Not always the way that was wanted, admittedly. Sometimes 'help' came in the form of refusing to enable self-harming behavior, but for the most part he tried to be there for his guildmates, even when they couldn't - or wouldn't - be there for each other.
Sam had certainly stuck the fly in the ointment with becoming a portal opener, for one. How the Loreseekers had become stuck in the middle of the gods' war would forever frustrate the Provost, even as he toed the line given him.
"It might help to think about what you want to tell them - and how you intend to say it," he suggested thoughtfully. "Perhaps writing it down and practicing it will make it easier than trying to improvise in the moment?"
Sam had certainly stuck the fly in the ointment with becoming a portal opener, for one. How the Loreseekers had become stuck in the middle of the gods' war would forever frustrate the Provost, even as he toed the line given him.
"It might help to think about what you want to tell them - and how you intend to say it," he suggested thoughtfully. "Perhaps writing it down and practicing it will make it easier than trying to improvise in the moment?"
