"I can't figure out healing," Constans muttered. "I tried for a long time." His left hand drifted absently to touch the raw pink skin ringing his opposite wrist, although the boy didn't seem to be conscious of the gesture.
"I never said I would skip anything!" he insisted, secretly wondering how she knew. Could mages learn to read minds? Was she reading his mind right now? His eyes got a little wider. "Can you be my mentor?"