Deimos said that she could trust him... but she wasn't sure. She wasn't one to judge, but she had only just met him, so she didn't know if she should merely accept him; but he had given her no reason to be distrusting. Besides, she really had no choice at this point, right? She had said that she would do what he asked. It was all a little confusing to Vesper, everything was happening so fast. She decided that she would just have to put her trust in him, there was no logical reason not to, after all. Aside from the fact that he was a demon, and perhaps that made his motives questionable. Vesper pushed her unorganized thoughts from her mind. She was just rambling to herself now. She smiled back; no, of course he wouldn't lie to her, she thought. She was glad that Deimos seemed to be pleased with what she had told him. It made her feel a little more comfortable. She smiled and relaxed some more.
Finishing her breakfast, she gathered the bread and the knives. She rest the bread on the counter and put the knives in the water basin where she would clean them later. Then she grabbed some cheesecloth and some twine out of a drawer, returning to the table as she listened to Deimos. She just had to keep herself busy; she had trouble staying in one place too long, sometimes. She covered the cheese mixture in cheesecloth and tied it in place with the twine, making her way to the pantry to put it in the underground compartment. She returned to the table, nodding as she listened.
Yes, teaching herself was hard, and she clearly wasn't making the kind of progress that she needed to. That had always frustrated her, and while she often felt like she just wanted to stop for a while and start something else, she never allowed herself to quit and so her frustration and stress continued. She had been making some progress with her exploration in the forest yesterday, so today she didn't feel so upset. Yet, she still recognized her slow pace. She continued to think. Yes, she had considered taking a teacher, but she was a bit reluctant to ask any at town, for they seemed busy with their own lives. She had had some discussions with the other mages, but she found that they were quickly frustrated and bored with her struggles.
"Suitable teacher..." she repeated quietly to herself, still listening, but thinking at the same time. That would probably be a good idea, but where would she find a teacher that would be patient enough for her? Not that she had tried all that hard to find tutors before... she had been discouraged from that because of her past experiences. Her eyes moved to Deimos as he clarified what he had meant by her having more to offer than she thought. She was relieved, relieved that it had nothing to do with some of the strange thoughts that she had been having before. She could have laughed at herself, but she remained still.
"I do?" She hadn't seen her potential before, but Deimos seemed quite confident that she had great power than she had thought. She wondered how he knew, but reminded herself that magic was an easy thing to detect in a person... only that she hadn't been able to detect all that he had in herself. Then the demon proposed that he teach her, that he knew the arcane magic. That was very interesting. Her eyes lit up with the thought of learning something of ancient origin. Of course, much of it was quite dangerous and chaotic, but there were always others that were not. All of it merely meant a challenge, and if she had a teacher like Deimos, perhaps the challenge would not be an impossible feat.
"Oh, I would love that!" she exclaimed excitedly, her face genuinely lit with all her emotions. Her dark waves seemed to bounce in excitement with her as she moved.