"I hope that you won't, but I'd feel better if you knew how."

The uptick in Wilhelm's anxiety at the suggestion doesn't go unnoticed, though, and his brow furrows, his posture relaxing a bit.

"I won't force you to."

He's not like Dayyid. He won't force the boy to learn, won't beat him within an inch of his life with the intent of impressing upon him the inherent risk of his position. Wilhelm already seems afraid enough: of his own power, of the war ramping up.