Apprenticeship

There weren’t many adults who would take the time to really consider his words, and despite the mild underlying argument of the topic, Citadel realised he was enjoying himself. Enjoying the debate, as they talked over the dying man. “I wouldn’t care.” He mused, but he said it more quietly, not entirely sure if it was true. It might well just be puppy stubbornness. Still, he seemed to take Oleander's words under consideration at last.

He fell silent, his expression one of concentration as he coated the paste on the last wound. “When do you know if-” he glanced at the patient, and then at his mentor “-when, they’ll live.”