Alcuin was nothing if not an excellent student when it came to learning something new. It was his talent for learning that had set him apart from the others and would likely continue to be his most valuable asset. It made sense that his master might be overwhelmed by too much, too quickly if it made them feel momentarily ill even when performed properly. Perhaps Scott had been practicing it at work? If that were true, he had certainly never noticed any unusual fatigue or general malaise upon his return, but it was something to keep an eye out for in the future.
Alcuin looked up from the desk to meet his gaze for the first time since he had entered the office, his dark eyes sharp with boundless curiosity. “How does one lose an anchor? It seems an awfully important thing to lose...”