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It was sort of surprising that Wraen might actually bring up the fact that there were opportunities available for him to potentially step up, someday, as he hadn't expected anyone to have that sort of faith in him. He was honoured and touched. He couldn't help but wonder what his mother might think...But he doubted very much she would automatically support the notion of having him ever be King. But even just to be a part of the council would've been enough to make him feel like he was really starting to find where he fit in. He nodded. "I, uhm, I do," He said, shyly. He got the feeling Wraen wasn't really expecting him to admit so soon to his ambitions- and he was a bit nervous about the idea of being assessed. 

Wraen gave him her own advice- to perhaps live a bit more wildly, for the time being, but unlike others his age, he felt he'd grown past the pranking anti-adult sentiments. Yet again she referred to herself as being old, and once more, he shook his head and chuckled. "You ain't a spinster. Dunno how many times I gotta tell you that," He said, "But you ain't," He said. She gestured for them to walk, so he nodded, and moved alongside her. 

"So...What kind of like...Assessments are you talkin' about, then?" He asked, his mind still lingering on the prospect of learning to be a leader.