[ She listens to his story patiently and with interest, curious to learn more about him. And... as someone who is also quiet and withdrawn and was taken in as an apprentice at a low point in her life, she feels a residual gratitude toward him, a small curl of appreciation that she once reserved for her own master but which has lain lost and dormant until now. It should be a nice feeling, based in fondness as it is, but she only feels a grip of pain in her chest for all the things she never got to say to him and which he never got to accomplish.
She breathes out her sudden melancholy and focuses again on Peaches, who doesn't have a care in the world. At the moment, catnip looks like it must be the most powerful and wonderful substance in the world. ]
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She breathes out her sudden melancholy and focuses again on Peaches, who doesn't have a care in the world. At the moment, catnip looks like it must be the most powerful and wonderful substance in the world. ]
What were you teaching her as your apprentice?