Leaving the room's single chair for his guest's benefit, Constans sat down on the edge of his bed and rested his hands on his knees. He waited for Ashya to either sit or decline to before continuing, that pale stare lingering near her face.
"Certainly you must know more about the Tranquil than the majority of mages, but I see no reason to discourage your curiosity," he admitted, quietly alluding to Ashya's time spent as an apprentice skulking around the hidden world of the Formori.
"You ask whether I was either a coward, a hazard or a blood mage. I feel I must point out that these traits are not mutually exclusive as you seem to state." A pause, the Tranquil's gentle expression unfaltering. Something about him, perhaps merely the faintest change in tone, made him seem stern.
"I volunteered for the right. By your reasoning, this must make cowardice the primary reason for my Tranquility."