is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
Even while he had no magic to speak of, nothing to suggest he might ever gain it back, he holds to this. His belief was wrapped up in more than religion, of course, but he had known of his sacrifices for it all long ago when he had made those vows. Yes, there was one, and only one way around it, but it was not obtainable. Perhaps he had done it that way on purpose, so that he would never be more than slightly tempted. So that even the temptation of it all could not sway him from his path. He was centered in what he had chosen. He was at peace with his choices in this manner, just as he was with his taking of the medic rank here.
Having something else to fall back on in the rank department was always a good thing, and while he felt that he could settle into a warrior type rank, he did not expect to want that anytime soon. He had done his time in the fighting pit of the Bheo, and while he was proud of his accomplishments there, he did not feel the need to have any such things here. Not to say that Lasairian did not want to be accomplished in a medical field, because he most certainly did. He was still trying to debate which specialty he would go for, if ever he got that far up. It didn't seem all that easy on one's own merits, though. A system based more on teamwork made that much more complex.
He wanted to rise up on his own work, but since that wasn't really how things worked here -- at least for his field and several others -- he had to give thought on finding another medically inclined in which to work with. Something that he hadn't been giving enough thought to, though he knew he should be. Another day, perhaps. He just needed to get to that point, to find someone that wouldn't let him down. A work in progress, but he believed that eventually, someday, he might get there. Slowly, in time, his skills might be put to use, but Novus felt very quiet to him at this point. Maybe healers weren't all that needed, but he held fast in it.
Lasairian walks alongside Maerys in calm silence for some moments, until she was asking him if he knew of any monsters that lurked here. Now Lasairian had a different view of what monsters were than some others might, but he didn't want to talk about the kind of unknowns that made people think monster based one one bit of information. He did not believe that any of this forest's inhabitants were monsters -- just creatures looking to survive in any ways they knew how -- but he knows better than to say that here and now. It's not what she was seeking. Easier to just go with the flow of it, to cater to what he knew was being sought out.
So he clears his throat gently and gives her a thoughtful look, "I know there are creatures here that are massive and dangerous. They might not be what I consider a monster, but something that others might. The Bramblebear, for instance. It is not quite a bear, but something different and more. Some would consider it a monster here, though I think it's merely the biggest predator in the woods, and it, like all of us, needs food to survive. Unfortunately, that means it would most certainly eat any of us, if it can catch us," he responds to her questioning. He'd only caught a glimpse once of what he thought might be the creature, but otherwise had seen drawings of it within the library. Warning signs, as it were.
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