In the days that followed Vyo would come in with his evening meal and sit cross-legged on the floor while he ate. Afterward there was always talk, and he found himself coming to like the boy. He couldn't help but laugh to himself at his feeble attempts to manipulate his thoughts, but he supposed if he'd had no training the boy's technique might have started to work. Of course, he was being coached, so much as told him so, saying he talked with his Bratta every night.