Oh what a lovely man to admit such things about himself. Lark laughs happily at his correction.

"In Sandry's defense, she is a noblewoman, and has been raised to wear quite fine clothing, though she is more practical from spending time with me. Still, if you're going to acquire the silks for it, and pay the temple for my services, yes, I will make sure you're the prettiest flower, my dear Tony."

But the other question just earns a fond smile.

"I have no children of my own blood, but when children with ambient magic come to the Temple and do not have awareness or control of their gift, they are given over to Lark and I to help care for and guide. We find them teaches but help with the basics and providing them home and guidance. So, in the course of my life I'd say I've helped, perhaps twelve students? Not all were directly mine, Sandry is just my greatest protege. Her and the other three we took in at the same time we did adopt though, given all of them were orphans in one way or another. At the moment I am also working with young Comas, but he's shyer than a mouse in a house full of cats."

The poor thing. She worried at how he was doing without her. Especially since he was terrified of Rosethorn.