[ Admittedly, losing oneself in productivity is not unfamiliar to Zephirin. He knows the pull of accomplishment waiting at the end, the difficulty of stepping away in the midst of an engrossing task; he has pushed himself to train for one more bell.
Easily, his mind's eye imagines Francel's golden-haired head bowed over sheets of music taking shape. Inspiration had ill effects on Francel's health, but that aside, Zephirin's request achieved its true intent. ]
Be at ease... If you do not make it a habit, my fears are laid to rest.
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Easily, his mind's eye imagines Francel's golden-haired head bowed over sheets of music taking shape. Inspiration had ill effects on Francel's health, but that aside, Zephirin's request achieved its true intent. ]
Be at ease... If you do not make it a habit, my fears are laid to rest.
[ Zephirin glances down at the boy beside him. ]