She didn't know how he was able to wave a hand, more or less, and heal what she'd done to her feet. The Force, probably, and as much as that left her in awe she couldn't think about it for too long. She needed to explain and she's always been very poor when it came to choosing her words.

"It's just until the next test." That's what they were for her, when her mother visited and watched and judged. If she was good enough there'd be no commentary. That's all she ever wanted. Not even praise. Just. No commentary. "Marie is my older sister. She dances as well...better than I can. Far better."

Her free hand twisted in her lap as she spoke. "There are...expectations to being in my family. We are to be the best in our respective fields. Music, art, writing, acting, dance- whatever it is, we must excel. It's the reputation we have, the standard we hold."