"There is, although," Septimus adds with a sigh, "it must by necessity work rather differently here than I'm used to."

Septimus nods, concealing how disgruntled he is--not at Enjolras specifically, but the way that the majority of the foreigners seems to rely on this one language and it leaves a select few very much at a disadvantage irritates him. (Not that he'd be any better, of course, and he knows that--still, he needs something to sulk about.) One day he'll ask for more information on Latin and French--he's heard about Greek. "Can't be any worse than mine," Septimus admits cheerfully. "There are some words which look related to my language's, crows take me if I know how or why.

If you do want to learn more first aid--combat or not--we're keeping up classes in it here. You probably also want to get some tutoring; we're using a bastardized mix of English and what little of the kedan language for communication around here, and while we've got one person on administrative assistance, the less there is for anyone actually involved in healing, the better."