Well. There was the one day that she hadn't shown up, but that had nothing to do with the class and everything to do with the fact that there was luggage announcing all her sins to the world in clear, bold writing. It was one thing to have her sister constantly hounding her with verbal jabs and hints as they related to the scenario, and something else altogether when unrelated baggage was also chiming in and possessed not even Luma levels of discretion.

But the words, encouraging as they were, made Eleanor pale first, and then the strange sickly greenness of her mottled blush started to rise up behind her thin skin.

She still didn't know what to do with encouragement, especially when the last time it had been given to her so freely and openly was exactly what led to all that discomfort and supposed bravery.

"It," she started, mostly just to have something to say, but, as it so often was with her, once she got going, her voice rose up and continued without her input, "was difficult, it's true, but...I also think....it's important, you know? Especially when so many of them did hit close to...home," what an unfortunately specific colloquialism. "If I can look at a thing and figure it out, then maybe I won't make so many of the same mistakes again."

Then she let out a small bark of a laugh that she didn't really mean to let go.

"And Luma definitely wasn't going to pull any of her punches, either."

Nor should she have, either, in Eleanor's opinion.