[Clive finishes unlacing and removing his outer vest. He winces a little as he peels off his undershirt. Wounds that had already begun to heal had decided to scab to the fabric and peeling it off only reopened the wounds. He didn't make a sound as he gingerly set the shirt to the side, everything above his hips fully exposed.]

Formal education is generally reserved for the wealthy and nobility on my home continent, but I have had the luck to be able to work with some amazing people to create a home for those who are mistreated or abandoned by the world. There, we don't believe in keeping anyone from an education as long as they want one.

[Clive, trusting Alex to know what she is doing, watches her face instead of her hands as she works and talks. Her world sounds odd, but fascinating. She also had a way of talking that felt friendly and casual, but still a bit restrained. He wonders what she has gone through in her life for that to be her default.]

The fragments in your heart, do they hurt you?