( can't get their things, or the library, or—

gwenaëlle sits silently for a short time, awkward, finding the words. finally: )

Flint left with the Walrus and now I have to learn fucking Nevarran—

we would, we had a book club. We'd spar and first he taught me swordfighting and then I had to teach it back to him after Arlathan and we'd talk about poetry and literature—

I was wondering if you wanted to do that. With me.