"Oh," says Nell, taking her meaning from the mumbling and general discomfort, combined with the fact that Fern's yet to seem the type to just skive off a lesson. She turns toward the targets, fixes her attention on them instead of on Fern, and flame springs to life above her hands, expanding and bending to shape itself into a ball. She holds it, not launching straight away, but also not focusing the whole of her attention on the magic.

"We'll have to find you a teacher," she says, casually, "Casimir could probably help, they made him tutor me when I first got to the Circle. I couldn't read at all and my Nevarran was terrible." She pauses, glances over her shoulder at Fern. "--I assume you want to learn."