Moonspear i've seen evil reign over perfection

"bear," terance tacked on. he beamed, sort of flattered that rannoch thought they were impressive. though, he left out the part about being wildly distracted by the sound of lyra's voice. all things considered, terance realized he wanted rannoch to think he was cool, and that detail sort of made the situation a lot less cool. 

rannoch's question was one that... terance didn't really have an answer to. as much as he liked lyra-- friend or otherwise-- he spent far less time with her than he wanted to. they were always in different places, and as much as terance wished he could just spend all day tracking her down, he had duties to tend to. and all that meant he didn't know all that much about lyra.

"from me," he said, because that was the most he knew, "well-- not from me, but she taught herself while i was injured. so, from practicing on me, more like." terance thought that was pretty impressive. he wasn't aware of all the risk that had accompanied his caretaking-- all the trial and error herbs and the lengthened healing process-- so to him, it was even more impressive.

"you'd be better asking her yourself," he added with a gentle smile-- then regretted it. that was something he should asked her... shoot.