Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Gunnar was encouraging, though the boy lacked a great deal of nerve. He fawned lightly, turning his face away- the offer was kind, but he sincerely doubted that he would be any good, even at learning the basics. He was quiet for a moment as he tried to think of a polite way to reject the offer- but nothing came to mind. Full of reservation, and timid about the idea altogether, he eventually nodded. "Yes, okay," He said, with a guilty, weak smile. 

He stood awkwardly, then, ears flicking back and forth, and his gaze flicking about. What exactly did Gunnar expect him to do? Where were they even supposed to start? His mind raced with doubts and questions- so he turned his doleful, cheerless gaze to the leader, hoping for as much direction as he could possibly be given.