"Keith," Coby responded slowly, raising himself up only a little bit from his diligent writing. Though he spent the day training his Observation, Coby's mind had fizzled out by the time it was eight or nine. Keith had been otherwise invisible to his senses and though he realized that it was a bad thing to be blind in a crowd of people, Coby learned to trust a great deal of those around him. He smiled, closing his book on his hand--knowing that it was rude to conduct himself while his attention seemed drawn away.

"Did you need something, sir?" Earnest and eager to help--Coby still looked like he'd been beaten and left for dead earlier in the day in some capacity. In some ways, it was absolutely true.