Constans blinked in surprise, as though this suggestion was genuinely novel. He looked up at Lee with brimming hope, restrained only by the fresh, painful memory of the last week of misery, his first experience in being a "Circle mage." It was an obvious understatement to say it hadn't been going well so far, and what he expected of this new life was perhaps... not optimistic.
"They let us write?" It came out excitedly, but right afterward he looked uncertain, realizing when it came out how stupid it must sound. "I just- yeah, I think they'd like that." They'd like it, not him. His twelve-year-old manly pride remained intact.