Alvin couldn't help but to smile a little bit at Miss Thompsett's enthusiasm. She was right that it would bring him more fulfillment than painting for a living, but he still wasn't so sure he could realize it. The guilt over his siblings was still so great, and he wasn't sure how he would handle someone else physically making his designs, but maybe it was time he reached out to Miss Fawcett. He still had some connections to various magical tree farms locally too, maybe that would be a good place to start. First he needed a solid design or two, and he wasn't there yet.

"We'll see," he was still hesitant, but the encouragement was good for him. Maybe it wouldn't be a disaster after all. There was only one way to find out. "I've got something in the works, maybe I'll run it by some of my contacts to see what they think." That was a step in the right direction at least? He hadn't been in touch with any of his friends from the business for a while, first out of his own depression, and now because he was far too busy. It was one thing to design and make something himself, if it failed it wasn't anyone's problem but his. Now he felt like the design had to be exemplary because it wouldn't be only his name attached, if he was even able to convince someone to collaborate. It was all so up in the air.