Trusting that Aspel would take care of the cookies, Peony moved on from the beef to the ham. Cheese would be next, and then sandwich assembly could commence. "I should apologize for Pyr," she said, although amusement lingered in her tone. "He and his brother have not lacked in discipline, I assure." Her father would not have stood for it, she was certain. Of their mother she could say little, but the boys were kindhearted, even if mischievous. It spoke well of her. "However, as with some boys that age, no amount of disciple seems sufficient. I have encountered this problem myself among my students." Scholars were just as rowdy as squires, in their way.
"It is unfortunate. Many of our students complete their apprenticeships without mentors, it seems, but our work and yours is not the same in nature." One did not spar as a mage, after all; group classes managed to teach basic spellwork more easily than she supposed basic swordsmanship could be taught in the same manner. "It must be very difficult for you," this to Aspel, with a sympathetic smile. No one quite understood the problems of being Council until they had experienced them. "I, too, have taken on some mentoring duties on top of what work is demanded of me by the Council, to make up the lack." And while she cared deeply for Quenten, she would be proud and happy to let her go, once their work was complete.
She did not recall Felicity having a squire, at least not in the last several years, but did not ask. It was not her place to make arrangements in another guild, though she could imagine few individuals better suited to mentorship than the Sister. If Felicity felt the same, surely she would request that someone be assigned to her.