"Oh, good." Constans didn't make much fuss about the good news, but he did smile contentedly at the little spider skittering across the wood plank above his head. Lee could be sort of weird and evasive, and she talked more formally than even some of the stuffier nobles he knew, but now that he'd found someone he didn't mind talking to he didn't want her to leave.
"I can go to the dining hall, it isn't like I don't know how to feed myself," he scoffed, with all the naive bravado of a noble child who probably wouldn't know how to feed himself without someone around to cook for him. "There are so many little kids though. It's weird, like half the tower is under nine. I feel like I'm supposed to be babysitting."
He had another thought suddenly, and hazarded, "Do you teach anything?" It wasn't totally unreasonable, some of his own tutors had been fairly young, and from what he'd seen so far there were few adults at all in the tower and most of those pretty creaky. It didn't seem fair to make people teach when they looked like they might wheeze and drop over dead at any moment. If Lee taught any lessons though, maybe he'd consider actually going. She was a proper mage now, right? That stuff about Harrowing. Funny how you could hear the capital H.