[It's true that Liem seems at ease as he watches Misa sight again along the crossbow, his posture alert and unruffled despite the perceived tedium involved in advising a novice. He's pleased by her willingness to learn from him as much as by the swiftness with which she seems to absorb the information. He's endured his fair share of sullen and foul-mouthed youths in his life (some of them here in Achamoth), and having a young woman cheerfully compliment his teaching ability is frankly a steep upgrade from what he's been experiencing of late.]

Something like that.

[He lifts his right hand to show her the palm, displaying a scar not unlike the ones he's seen on some of Kenoma's aions, but depicting a key rather than the symbol of a Legacy. Though the lines remain precisely defined, the ridged mark is pale and faded, years old at least.]

I sometimes instructed novices at the church where I served, in my country. Knowledge in the use of a crossbow was expected for those seeking to attain priesthood.