By and large, Albin likes Samata. If his daughters were alive, they'd be about her age. While she can never replace them, she does help fill the void in his heart.

And a girl after his own heart she certainly is! She's as fiery as he was at her age, and as fierce. Maybe she won't cut you with an axe, but her words almost hurt worse.

At the moment, he's just listening to her, stirring a weak beer and taking the occasional sip. He's not drunk, nor aiming to be - you don't want to see him drunk. Ever. However, he's loose enough to actually try to listen to her lessons on magic. "I can't say I understand half of what you're saying, Samata. Still want me to give it a shot?" His words are as always accented, the tones thickened by drink slightly.