Lesson One: Poultices

He swore he caught a pair of eyes lingering on him for a second, and he found his attention briefly drifting to Rava before returning to the task at hand. He, too, was far too shy to initiate contact unless something else prompted it. Still he recorded her features to memory in case he came across her again. He hadn't initiated any real contact with anyone in Ashen outside his immediate family, and he knew he needed to change that, lest it seem like he wasn't making an effort to fit in. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the one real home he'd had in years.

He continued following along, glad to be learning something useful. Spirit nods at his mother's words, helping as they work together to unfold the cloth and place the herbs inside. The feeling of accomplishment is undeniable, and intoxicating - it's been a long time since he learned something and he wants more. The feeling, at least for now, surpasses his anxiety about being around so many people all at once. "I-I don't mind staying," he starts, fidgeting slightly. "M-maybe we can practice applying the poultices, like she said?" Spirit looked to his mother for approval that he did not need, but still desperately wanted.