Oh, she must be a really good teacher then. [experience tended to do that.] Did you know her back home?

[oh most excellent idea there, mob also takes off his shoes, putting them a little closer to the fire to hopefully dry off. a glance around and no one seems bugged by them, which is a relief. the trench was full of pretty nice people, he thinks. or people used to weird bullshit more like.

he nods to that.] I admire that. I don't really have any hobbies. [he admits. people with passions really are admirable. also? people who are going to become royal guards?? have a slightly wide eyed look at that.] That sounds really important. That's what you want to do?

[talk about having a life plan. anyway death, lighthearted subject. he nods, and after a moment says,] I don't know how to feel about that. [just blatant honesty about the coming back from death thing. it was kind of a lot.

but the worker comes over again, asking if they want something to drink. mob hesitantly asks for hot cocoa.]