Theo mulled over that information with a small frown. She was being mentored by the council members? He thought they'd have little time for such demanding extra roles, especially given the difficulties presented to the guild of late. "Aye," he said after a moment, sounding gruff and slightly disapproving. It was important for squires to have solid guidance at that age, he thought, not to be passed around between different guild members for Faram knew how long.
He stirred the food around more, adjusting the heat once again until it was to his liking. This time he added a different bowl of ingredients, spooning diced tomatoes and peppers in with the rest. Theo handed her the empty bowl once he was finished, keeping his eyes on the stove and its contents. "A berserker," he said, "can't hold onto his rage beyond the battlefield. Ought be mastered, not the other way 'round." He had enough troubles, and allowing his temper to rule him fully in all faculties of his life was not acceptable--Theo had learned this much very long ago. Although it was a constant struggle, he saw it also as necessary.
"No?" Theo didn't sound too surprised, but his eyebrows lifted as he seemed to be listening and weighing her confession. "Up for you to decide," he answered, feeling he was no appropriate judge to tell a young woman what skills she ought to learn for herself.