His head nodded along with Bella's answers, amber eyes half-closed as she spoke. Beck had nearly no idea what she was talking about, but at least her voice was nice to listen to. Nicer than his gravelly mess of vocal chords -- the scrawny boy snapped back to attention as she concluded, teeth absentmindedly hooked over his lower lip. "Yeah, I guess that's right," he mumbled, shrugging his bony shoulders. It wasn't much of a surprise to either of them that she would receive the role, but he held his tongue for a later meeting. Which made his decision more official, he assumed. What was he supposed to do next?
Fortunately, an awkward silence was avertehanks to Nayru arriving on the scene, Beck's dull glare scouring the pale tabby for a moment. She looked serious enough; then again, he rarely saw her crack a smile, much less a joke. "Okay Nayru, ya really wanna learn?" the mangy spirit wheezed, sliding a hefty stack of book towards her, "Go on 'nd stick your nose in these, but I'm warnin' ya, it's a lot." A lot of jargon he failed to decipher himself, but he assumed Nayru wasn't illiterate based on her eloquent speech. He paused in thought, tilting his head to the right, and rubbing at his scarred snout, Beck gave a rattling huff aimed at Belladonna, "Bells, maybe ya could help her, like, with training and stuff." The word Beck was looking for was on the tip of his tongue, but he shook out his bristling pelt and began to gather up the scattered herbs, since it appeared no one else would arrived -- but of course, any last minute volunteers could catch him just before everything was cleaned up and stored away again.