[The joy of impressing bolsters her mood yet further, and she's happy to put down the microscope as asked, though she looks curiously at the scalpel once she's done. Would he cut himself? Well, he is a doctor.]
Don't hurt the hand you write with. [There - that sounds disinterested enough, she thinks. She can get to the task of writing, which she sits down to perform with zealous concentration with her little notebook and charcoal sticks. Exile in Norbinfury had not stopped her practising. As for the list of things to learn... he already knows she can't write that, so she starts thinking and memorising one, mumbling now and then through her memory tricks.]
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[The joy of impressing bolsters her mood yet further, and she's happy to put down the microscope as asked, though she looks curiously at the scalpel once she's done. Would he cut himself? Well, he is a doctor.]
Don't hurt the hand you write with. [There - that sounds disinterested enough, she thinks. She can get to the task of writing, which she sits down to perform with zealous concentration with her little notebook and charcoal sticks. Exile in Norbinfury had not stopped her practising. As for the list of things to learn... he already knows she can't write that, so she starts thinking and memorising one, mumbling now and then through her memory tricks.]