[ He misses that apprehensive expression, but he does note the way Russell hurriedly looks away. The glow of his hand falters for a moment as a prickle of guilt creeps through his chest.

He's not very good at this. No doubt Master Julius would have been able to handle this situation with a bit more finesse. ]

These aren't the sort of circumstances many would willingly grow used to.

[ There's a note of worry to his voice. But it's not in his nature to be open about these things, and it's unfortunately faint.

His book thumps closed the next moment as he finishes the task at hand, and he studies his handiwork for a moment before holding it forth. Russell's knife is now encased in a rough scabbard made of woven branches, complete with a long tassel of woven vines he could use as a belt or shoulder strap. ]

Here. I hope I didn't take up too much of your time.