a caustic, fleeting thing

There was something comforting about Seer (sir) agreeing to teaching her. An affirmation, honestly. He would help her. He would be here... and that was the comfort she needed. Though Hazel wouldn't be herself for some time, at least she could still rely on her family. Family. Real and honest family. Though something under the surface had changed, Hazel was still Hazel, right? The girl could think so, at least. She could always think so. "Do they still taste good?" It seemed like a fair question, and if the fish sucked she'd never hear the end of it from Lis.

She nodded softly as Seer (sir) suggested a weapon. "What kind of weapon do you recommend?" The mind of an eager, ambitious learner had kicked in. That ambition coursed beneath the surface, thick and hot. She would learn. She needed to learn.

"Speech"