"And maybe by the time I'm a thousand years old I will be acceptably non-stupid."

"I still wish you would omit that word from your vocabulary and use more precise ones instead, because I would claim you are already not stupid now; ignorance is a different thing." He runs his hand through Levris' hair. "Did others call you stupid, in the past?" 

"As far as I'm concerned I spontaneously appeared as a half-trained Mindhealer at the age of seventeen."

Leareth frowns at him. "Do you mean metaphorically, or that you literally do not remember anything before that?" 

"Uh. Metaphorically. --I don't like thinking about it and I really don't like talking about it."

"Oh." Squeeze. "I am sorry. I will leave it alone." If he kisses Levris some more, maybe that will distract him and make up for having brought it up? 

Levris allows himself to be distracted!

Leareth thinks he's covered all the most urgent explanations, and the distraction is quite enjoyable, so maybe they can do that for the next while.  

Levris thinks this is an excellent plan.

Perhaps they can discover some things together.

Perhaps they can!

It’s - weird, for Leareth, exploring a domain where he doesn’t, meaningfully, have two thousand years of experience. It’s pretty great, though, actually.

It is pretty great to be an equal to his lifebonded!

And then eventually Leareth is very tired. He doesn’t quite have a headache but it feels like one might be on its way. 

He apologizes. “I think that I need a nap.” Yawn. “You could speak with Nayoki about her research? Or go see the library, it is very good...” Leareth is suddenly very proud of his library and pleased by his past self about it; he never really thought about it that way before now. 

Bounce bounce. "Library!"