Straightening up as the boggart vanished, Llyr's amusement died as he became worried about the fallen Damien. He watched from afar as the Lore Master tended to him, assuming he was a great hands. He still could not shake off his worry as the boy was returned to his cave, even so he tried to occupy his mind with other things.<br/>The other students once again disbanded. Before they had left completely, Llyr caught up with Branessu, calling her name as he rushed over. "I haven't seen you around much since we got here, miss," he said, greeting her with a smile. He began to walk with her, escorting her to her cave most likely. For a while he remained silent, urging himself to say something, anything as long as he didn't seem like a fool. "I couldn't help overhearing you're a healer; I'm about to start a garden, if you need anything like herbs, I'll be happy to help, I have very green thumbs." He fidgeted as he spoke, being in an unfamiliar setting had made him shyer than usual, or at least that was what he was blaming it on. He was accustomed to the same small town with the same people, he never had to work to make friends.