It was difficult at times, traversing the halls of weylringhood when he was a man nearing his thirtieth Turn. But Cat wouldn't trade it for the world, because even through the strangeness of his Impression, he'd received Nako, and he wouldn't give up that little blue for nothing. He smiled as he considered the creature, asleep now in his little cozy cot, and decided the time spent training was going to be worth it, even if there was bound to be rough patches. Like learning how to take care of him.
Right now for example, he was trying to understand a tome of dragonhealing, and as much as it should be easy to understand for someone who was a beastcrafter in partial trade, a lot of it was going over his head, even after the dragonhealing first aid they'd received early on. He simply wanted to know a little more, to be better able to take care of his dragon and what ailed him, though he knew well enough that he hadn't the skills to tend to all matters, that there would be times when it would require a visit to the infirmary to take care of some things.
"Hats off," he murmured to himself while sketching out another round of notes. "To anyone who does this for a living." He'd much rather work in mud pits with his runner, Corvo, or in the stables with some of the other beasts, but those were dreams of yesterday, and he wouldn't get to see Corvo for a few more months yet. Poor thing was going to require all the fruit and sweet cubes he could stuff in his pockets, and even then he might not forgive his owner for "abandoning" him for so long.
At least he had Niomi for company, and knowing her, Corvo would probably have switched his allegiance to her by then. He grinned while thinking of his lady love, and was glad he had someone looking out for the beast while he was unable to tend to the matter himself. There were others in the stable that would do other things as well, considering Niomi had her own duties to tend to, but there'd be a friendly and familiar face for his friend to see as often as possible, and that's what mattered.
But finally he had to close the tome for a moment and rub his eyes, pinch the bridge of his nose, because it was all kind of s tarting to blur together. Part of it had come up due to being unable to look over a simple patch of dry hide on his dragon's hide, and that was something he simply couldn't overlook again. Nako hadn't told him about it, and it was something he should have noticed but failed to recognize. He knew about it now, but what about other things, outside of what they were learning about in the first aid classes? Perhaps, he thought, this was all something he wasn't meant to learn just yet.