Eyre was silent while he thought over the entitie's remarks and questions with the greatest of care and seriousness. A frown creased his forehead,and his lips he pressed together. All of that calm contemplation shattered at Tenebris' touch. Gasping at the surprising turn of events,Eyre fought every instinct he had; Eyre had always been told not to touch anyone unless he coulsn't help it. It was alright. Tenebris couldn't fall ill. It was safe.

"It's because I stay inside most of the time, not being strong enough to do the work in the fields, and I was never considered well enough to become any kind of apprentice..." His quiet voice filled with excitement as he went on. "But the healer always lets me look at the concoctions she brings to heal me, and brings books of healing so that I may study them. One day... perhaps, I could become a healer's assistant." Eyre could never imagine becoming a full fledged healer, but to be the assistant of one would be nearly as good.