"It's never too late to learn."

A gentle hand moved up from the girl's shoulder to run a thumb down the side of her cheek in a comforting manner, a tiny smile on her usually-tight lips. Rosalind didn't have much in the way of maternal instinct, and friends were a concept that she had only vaguely flirted with the notion of - but in spite of herself, she was realizing something.

She liked this girl.

"I'll help you learn, if you will have my help."