He spent most of the afternoon giving Josh tips on dagger usage, and telling him where the sheathe for it was in his room so he could strap it on. He was careful to not smile at how proud the kid looked at having his first weapon, but considering most kids didn't get one until they were several years older, much less a magical weapon, he was allowed a bit of swagger. As long as it didn't go to his head.<br/><br/>When he wasn't giving tips, he was carefully applying the magic as unobtrusively around him as he could, draining himself as he cast, knowing that casting was the only way to cast better, or reviewing the book from the Winter Court vault for more insights. He had the oddest feeling the book got thicker the more he used its magic, and would swear there were chapters he was currently reviewing that hadn't been in there when he had first read through it.