Ilde laughs, when he corrects himself. I've seen some of those.

...yes, okay, move on.

Italian is easy - I talk to myself in Italian, I think in Italian. English is easy because everyone talks to me in English. There's a little shrug, an eye-roll; she's comfortable, it's fine, she's used to it, it just isn't what she prefers. It's a reminder that she isn't at home, even if she wants to make it one. Russian is harder. Reading and writing helps? I don't want to lose that one.

There's a lot she doesn't have, of her family and her home; it feels important to keep her words.

I'm trying to learn some German, too. Not great.