is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
He simply had more to study now, and without magic of his own, he felt he would be of more use in what else he had known. Hence the medic rank. He knew what it was about, had the teachings and the skills. What better to keep learning and follow through with than this, if it was the best option left to him? That wasn't to say he did not know how to be anything else, because it was entirely possible that he could be able to swing a more warrior lifestyle if he needed to. He had enjoyed the sparring back where he was from, after all.
Yet that did less to help others, and Lasairian wanted to be that sort of person, instead. He wanted to learn more, and a medic seemed more appropriate for that way of thinking. At least for now. Would he eventually grow tired of becoming a medic? Worn down from it? Maybe. He couldn't see it now, but it was always something that could still befall him. He had things to fall back on if so, and had no true concerns over what it would mean. At this point, however, he would keep going as he was, and soak in the knowledge that he could obtain.
He thinks, also, that this would have made Caydren smile to know of, too. A healer and a witch -- because even without magic all of that did not just die or wither away, it was too ingrained in who he was -- and Lasairian still had his views, the ways he would look at things, pray, even. He would still brew his teas, still collect crystals and find glowing lights something to be fond of. He would still research magic where he could, still reach for it and remember what it felt like to have it. Lasairian would not forget any of these things, just hold onto them for now.
Listening to Maerys speak, telling him that he was kind to care for his brethren in the case of being a medic? It made Lasairian nod, because while he might not have grown up around other equines, they certainly were his peoples now. He had taken to this sort of life with relative ease, and he hadn't expected to. There was so much about this place and how he was now living that he had not expected to warm up to so soon. But here he was, doing it. He was still figuring things out as he went, but it was interesting and somehow all still made sense.
So he nods to her, not sure if there was any appropriate way to vocally respond to something like that where he wasn't being flippant or self deprecating. A nod seemed safe enough, and so he left it at that. More words from Maerys and Lasairian almost objected over it -- he was always happy to give pause in his studies for a conversation, a moment to socialize and possibly learn from others -- but she had continued, and spoke of walking. To which, if she meant to walk with him to the library, Lasairian was all for that, "that sounds like a great idea, Maerys," he said, beginning to walk alongside her.
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