Verin can feel the tension pass through Essek. He doesn't need to look over his shoulder to know that it's there. He doesn't pull away, allowing Essek to finish the braid he's working on.

Verin knows what potential exists should he and Essek have decided to pursue working together. He knows only because he knows the lengths his brother is willing to go to in pursuit of his craft, and he knows his own dedication. Perhaps not to study, that has always been Essek's forte, but Verin has his own talents. He wouldn't be where he is now if he didn't. That he has not gone further is his own choice, not a failure of ability.

"I think it's easy to disappoint anyone who's lived that long," he says after a moment. "And it is at a standstill for now." Verin doesn't know if or when or how it might kick up again, but the tension is there. It wouldn't take much for it to snap again, he's certain. He huffs a soft laugh, little more than an exhale.

"Thank you for your vote of confidence."