She shrugs, eyes trained on book spines, more shy than dismissive; but pleased at the approval in contrast to feeling like an imposter of some kind. Where there are schools and universities, people who have done more than just scrape by. But she's not going to argue. "Oh, I like it. I mean, it's a bit--" A hand gesture, fingers splaying, curling. "It's sad. A lot of people have seen social workers already and they just sort of cycle through the system they have set up here, in Baedal.

"It feels sort of unkind to say I enjoy it, but I like helping." Her mouth presses into a line. It's a far cry from what she used to do, but Baedal is a far cry from where she used to live. "I don't remember if you told me what you did, actually."