Gus and I did our best to go back to normal, and it worked for the most part. There was still a pane of awkwardness between us, like a window we wouldn't touch for fear our fingers would smear it or we'd break it. But the feelings were still the same. My mission in this world was still the same. It's amazing what you can get use to if you set your mind to it.
Two weeks passed before I got my first letter from Sir Dostuve. It was written in fine, brilliant white parchment, much finer than the temple's letter had been, and faintly perfumed with something like lavender or roses. His penmanship was also meticulously straight and beautiful in a way I'd only seen in the book given to me by Nehcor.
It was my first real, hard core test on how well I'd been learning from said book on how to read and write in this language.