"I thought I did?" Phin frowned down at his potion. "Maybe not." He gave the potion a few experimental stirs, and he thought the color at least got a little better. "Thanks." He was grateful Sinnet didn't sound like he was judging him, at least. Phin didn't like failure, and he didn't like that he was learning this fact about himself this way. "I don't think 'potioneer' is going to be my future career," he said, a bit miserably.

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