She smiles openly as she gets her form correct, and easy to be praising for work well done, when she so desperately needs something to be cheerful about. Anything at all to put the worst of it from her mind. To draw her from sinking back into that ugly place that is homesickness and resentment.

"Very good. You are learning well. Soon I will have to call you Mastani." Fond, easy, old stories, old comforts. Like she has any idea who that is. Draws her gaze up again, nodding. "Always. Even if you cannot be proficient in them all, to know their best use is always preferable."