A long day is a long day, and Medic knows how these things go. He's not about to wake her up himself, but he does make an effort at tidying up the piles somewhat. No sense taking chances on things sliding all over the place, after all.
"Just don't read the things if you value your sanity," Sam says, in the midst of not heeding his own advice. "I really hope these people intend to get better quickly, or they won't have a chance to get anything done."
"Mein sympathies," says the Medic. "I haf little enough patience for trainees myself. How your Guild instructors can stand such matters I don't know. I hope you at least haf a few promising essays amidst ze drivel..."
"I'd like to think she does. If I were around enough to teach, I wouldn't be bothering with essays - but then, there's a bit less theory to projectiles." Sam understands why Cata's having her students write things. It's far more important to know exactly what you're doing with poisons, after all. But these people are, as of yet, completely clueless. "I'm going to leave the actual marking to her. Though I might leave a few sarcastic remarks in the margins."
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Cata, for now, sleeps on.
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Sam understands why Cata's having her students write things. It's far more important to know exactly what you're doing with poisons, after all. But these people are, as of yet, completely clueless.
"I'm going to leave the actual marking to her. Though I might leave a few sarcastic remarks in the margins."
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