Constans was a little bit curious about the deaths Lee spoke of. Most people knew something really bad had happened to the Circle during the war, but exactly what varied depending on the storyteller.
Constans rolled his eyes at Lee's babysitting comment, catching her meaning just fine, but pridefully determined to ignore it. He knew very well he was no child anymore, so let her tease him as much as she wanted, he'd show her exactly how mature he was; he wouldn't take the bait. She went on to answer his question about teaching, and he propped himself up on his elbows to listen.
"Herbalism. Like plants? And... making potions?" He sat up all the way, crosslegged, brushing his own damp hair out of his eyes as it too flopped down over his face. "I'm interested." He was. He liked plants. Now that he was going to be... stuck in here, maybe he even liked plants a little more.