His warm voice tickles the Mage’s ears, waking her from dreaming.
“We must head to the market now if we are to make it before sundown. You did say you needed to get rid of those stalk seeds.”
She rolled over on her mat, silently requesting a few more moments of rest, purely out of tiredness not lack of appreciation. Waking her was yet another favor.
The Mage honestly loved the boy. He was kind. He was giving. He was considerate. It was a friendship the Mage would appreciate her whole life, and the Mage made this known at each opportunity.