"I'd be willing to help," he said to Einar before taking Mira's hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his palms a bit rough. If one looked closely enough at his skin they could make out the faintest scale pattern under his skin. "I'm Drake. I might be young for my race, but in my years of life I've taken it on myself to learn as much about human culture as possible." When Katsuragi-sensei spoke up, Drake stood up from his seat and spoke quietly, so no one else would hear. "Sensei, Einar's confided in us that he can't read or write in English," he murmured. "Some of us have offered to help, though."

He glanced back at the group. "I apologize for the commotion," he continued. "I understand we're all here to learn the same things, but I believe that if I can help someone in any way, I'm obligated to offer my services." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "I'm sure you can understand the sentiment, Katsuragi-sensei."

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