That's his baby girl. Smart as a whip, quick on the uptake, and always rolling with the punches. (Really, he could spend forever talking about all the things that are great about Trucy.)

"I can't wait to see it, Truce." He takes her arm and waves at his teacher, thanking her over his shoulder as they wander away.

He keeps a firm hold on her arm and keeps his voice low even as they leave earshot of any novices, keeping his head close to hers. "What have you found out so far?" he asks.