Violetta furrowed her brow slightly at his question, their meaning was clear, to her at least. She watched as he began to trace the words more like her was drawing a picture than writing there was a strange disconnect that she didn't recognise until something popped into her head. "Mon Ami? Can I ask you, and it goes no further, I do not gossip, oui?

You have problems reading Oui? How much can you read?" She meant no offence and her demeanour made that clear, but it was the only explanation she could find right now. But then how had he survived his first three years in school. The reading was incessant. "English is not my first language and my first couple of terms were... tough, let's say that. I was lucky Miss Bonnacort helped me so.". She hoped that her shared experience would both relax but also inspire him.