[There's a lot she might say to that. Sentiments stir in the center of her chest, and for one long moment, she thinks about telling him-- oh, all sorts of things. Be careful of being too emotional, that is vulnerability, god, that's a big one, and you have to be careful never to let anyone dictate how they see you is how you see yourself, people will always get it wrong, that's another. All the little lessons she's memorized and kept so close to her heart, the things that have allowed her to survive and force herself forward all these years.

But in the end, she keeps them to herself. He's not a child anymore and neither is she, and if he wants advice, he can ask for it. There's no point in her saying such emotional things when it's not needed.

So Rosalind nods in acknowledgement and then exhales briskly, trying to move them both on.]

Well. Looking at your schedule, you ought to be able to take the Wednesday evening class. It's once a week, three hours long. It's closed now, but tell me when you're trying to register and I'll open up a spot for you. I have to fill out some form or another, but.