The monk couldn't help but laugh a little, his humor reeked of a little anxiety. "I can't say that I bring a gerettet home each day, no. Neither am I away for so long. Most days I.. well, I write, I clean. My hours are more exciting than most, because I often have to help with those sick, and occasionally, emergencies. A lot of our youth flock here for medical attention when need  be, because they cannot afford local surgeons. We might get too crowded many a time, but we do our best to get to everyone and make sure they're within good health. A little faith never hurts either." He didn't have to tell Ardnt so bluntly that his life wasn't terribly interesting, he had been raised as an acolyte, then put in a monk's garb and set well on his path to priesthood. Most were content staying in the monastery, but the lack of forward motion in Luitwin's life put him at unrest.<br/><br/>"You're not allowed to run, if that's what you mean. Especially not in our cloister. You can walk for hours, but no running." That smile dropped into a look firm and true, as if he doubted Ardnt's conduct, which he did. He'd be lying if he said he knew what Ardnt was like when bored, just the short days on the boat and the man had gotten considerably restless. "You may dress down to your tunic but anything less would be unsightly, I'm sure. Our patients often walk around in their underclothes just out of bed, so it isn't too strange. You're welcome to leave anything you won't wear at your bed when you find it." He used his previous demands as a gateway into Ardnt's next question. "You can surely find a place to have a jog when I'm relocated yet. As for where... I'm not certain, I'll find out in the morning, as you heard. All I know is that I'll be serving a chapel as deacon until I'm to take over the roles of the priest. It shouldn't be more than a week, I hope.." Luitwin was still sad to leave in a way, if only because of how familiar the monastery had become, but a break in routine would be refreshing, and hopefully distract him from his hidden woes.<br/><br/>They both circled around to the stacks of herbs and fungi that numbered the shelves in the inner cloister, as Luitwin peered at the state of their growth through the glass doors. "I'm sure to have a list tomorrow if you prefer hard work. The monastery has many things that require stronger hands than my own, a man of Alriah should have no problem with those chores." Transporting barrels of water, refilling the balneary, tending to the incinerator, there were too many heavy handed jobs to count, and hopefully it'd all take Ardnt's mind off the fact he couldn't run about as he pleased.<br/><br/>"Come, you could learn a little about medicine. It should help you regardless of if you stay or not. And there's never anything wrong with extra knowledge." Luitwin was content to drag Ardnt alongside him to his own room, though forbiding him from entering under the pretense of it being too small for more than one Herzen as it was. And it was, incredibly small, smaller than his room as a boy. If the bed were any longer the door would hit the legs on the way in, and just across was a writing desk. Most of his personal items sat in a chest under his bed and his case from his travels still lie atop the covers. None of this was what he was here for, simply rummaging through his desk drawer for a rather thick notebook, pages misshapen as bits and pieces were shoved into it. One stop at the garden before he continued on to the dining hall, and he gathered clippings and samples of various plants. Ardnt was made to carry the bowl and sit, until the monk returned with a tray of tools and small pitcher of water.<br/><br/>"It's nice to be able to work with my hands again. And my personal effects ran empty before my trip. Restocking is necessary." He sat close beside the other, placing a mortar before his gerettet and a pestle in his grip, Luitwin showed him thin, branchy sprigs to crush. "Finely as possible, like sand." He carefully lifted the jar off a small pot of white salts, flipping through the pages of his mess of a journal. No one was in the hall except for a few strewn about, taking reprieve from their duties to study or read in rooms more comforting than the claustrophobic living accommodations. Still Luitwin kept a hushed voice, while doing all from peeling the flesh off a slimy stalk to diluting what Ardnt had to offer in small vials. "If I could be honest with you, I don't do many things for fun... You get used to it, and I find it much more rewarding to know that my time spent on improving myself and others is worth more than having spent it on trivial activities." He had his eyes glued to his work, only parting occasionally to direct Ardnt in some way, or mumble some phrases, name ingredients. "As we discussed, we're all human.. sometimes I consider a reality where I gave up and went back to.. my roots. But it's all good fun until you're at the end of your life and have to reflect, you understand?"<br/><br/>He wiped his hands of a cold gel that dripped from a plant imported from the southern city-states, wiping down the mortar before giving Ardnt another task of mincing soft mushrooms. Some of these ingredients were admittedly.. volatile, in some regards, leaking into the streets in large doses. But kept in the hands of those responsible, their effects were useful. Mitigating pain and  promoting a good night's rest, among other things. "It would be unholy to reflect back on my youth out loud, even with you. Our church cannot reach it's fingers into every household, between every door... But you're welcome to delight me in a few stories, if you like. If you can find any that are tame, that is." Luitwin had a bit of a bite in his words, "I still remember your words, what you took for entertainment, I'm sure God remembers as well, Ardnt."