"You're still young, sister. I spent many years in the village learning all this. What was that saying again? 'Ten short stubbles make a good priest.'"
After speaking, Father John gently rubbed his knees, then pushed himself up with his hands on them.
"Alright, this Old Guy should be getting to bed. Good night, everyone."
Father John spoke as he pushed the door open and left the room.
Colin looked at the small notebook in his hand by the lamplight.
He'd actually been wanting to find time to study herbs ever since they went gathering, but no matter how much of a grinder he was, there was just too much to learn every day. And none of it was easy, so the matter had been put on hold.
"I'll study this, Mr. Colin," Orelia said.
Colin teased, "I thought you didn't like to read?"
"I just don't like reading with *you*. You're too intense, Mr. Colin. I can't handle it."
