She can't get up properly to move with her - as much as she wants. As it is, she feels every muscles of her body protest. She's better though not yet mended. But she forces herself to sit up straight so she can observe her better.

It's a critical gaze, if pleased. It does wonders for her - more than anything it's something to be useful with. Something she knows, that she can give easily. "Good," the praise comes easy. The tone of a mother and she had done the same for Damodar, when he had been learning the same. "Your foot there, turn it a little in."

Gestures to her back leg, curling her fingers to gesture. "Not crazy to me." Cheered, she continues. "Which do you prefer so far?"