"Can you make not pushing yourself too far a habit too?" If it hadn't been for the watchful eye of his sister and uncle, and the allure of the dreamlands, he might have studied himself into a pit. "You don't have an Isidor to remind you to eat, and I'm no good at remembering for myself let alone anyone else."

"Oh, well... You don't need to," he admits somewhat sheepishly with a small crooked smile and a shrug. "They're my family, so they're not multiversally renowned... But they are all accomplished scholars. They're the masters of magic I know best. Though I don't think you'll be touching on any of their subjects. So no, not really."

A pause. "You might learn a bit about the Archon's work, actually... Maybe... but... not until much, much later."