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Truthfully? Spirit was scared of everything, and Lyric was no exception. The only difference was that he was less afraid of his family than others, but even then his fear didn't stem from being wary of who they were, but rather.. he was afraid of disappointing them, of not being good enough. That worry haunted him, trailing after him like a dark cloud that obscured his sight everywhere he went. It was inescapable. But lately he was seeing more glimmers of light, peeking through the dark clouds, though his progress was quite slow. "Y-you too," he agreed that it was nice to meet him, a small smile pulling at his lips.

Was everything okay? The desire to lie overwhelmed him. He didn't want Lyric to worry about him at all. "I-" he started, trying to find his tongue, which suddenly felt painfully heavy in his mouth. "I'm not sure. My... my mom is g-gone," he explained softly. He didn't necessarily want to talk about it for long though, so he jerked his head to the side, as if the movement might shake the thoughts free from his head. Focusing on herb collecting seemed a much better idea than sulking over his mom's disappearance, which - while tempting - didn't seem very productive. "Of c-course! I'm just a beginner b-but I can teach you what I know," Spirit offered, somewhat uncertainly. Did he really have anything worth teaching? He wasn't sure, but hopefully Lyric wouldn't mind his company nonetheless.