The original response is probably the better option. Amelia takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly to try and mask the shaking. It doesn't entirely work. "I had someone who was going to teach me, or at least help me find someone appropriate to teach me, but we..." She lets out another, shakier breath. "I'll have to find one on my own at some point. I've been reluctant because I don't know who to trust."
She's silent for a few moments as she breathes through the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. They're still there, waiting for their chance to break through, but there's no chance of tears running down her face as she slowly turns back to her books. "Books are much easier to deal with," she says softly, running her fingers through the air a few inches above the pages of the open book. "Not as much of a chance of hurting myself with a book, or hurting someone else if I mess up." Learning from books has always been an easy thing for her, but learning about horticulture or history is a lot different from learning something practical.
Silence hangs in the air again, this time a little more comfortable than the last. "How did you learn your trade?" Amelia asks suddenly, drawing her hand to her chest and looking over at Adia. "Did you study books or was the instruction hands on?" It's not as random a thought as it might seem. If she understands how Adia learned, there's a chance she can take the same idea and apply it to her situation.
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She's silent for a few moments as she breathes through the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. They're still there, waiting for their chance to break through, but there's no chance of tears running down her face as she slowly turns back to her books. "Books are much easier to deal with," she says softly, running her fingers through the air a few inches above the pages of the open book. "Not as much of a chance of hurting myself with a book, or hurting someone else if I mess up." Learning from books has always been an easy thing for her, but learning about horticulture or history is a lot different from learning something practical.
Silence hangs in the air again, this time a little more comfortable than the last. "How did you learn your trade?" Amelia asks suddenly, drawing her hand to her chest and looking over at Adia. "Did you study books or was the instruction hands on?" It's not as random a thought as it might seem. If she understands how Adia learned, there's a chance she can take the same idea and apply it to her situation.