Quenten blew into her own cup and smiled fondly. "You're always helping people," she said affectionately. She didn't know what the city would do without her brother, and she couldn't possibly be more proud of him. She tried not to gush too much, but it was hard not to sometimes. She bet other people got tired about hearing about her brother.
It was especially hard when they got to the next topic, though. Quenten took a sip of tea and sighed, blowing the steam away from her cup. "It's still frustrating," she admitted. She really only wanted to be a great mage like her brother, but it didn't seem to come as naturally to her. "Merri said he might help," she added in a more hopeful voice. "He said he had the same control issues when he was younger, too. So hopefully he can help me overcome them." Mostly she was able to keep an optimistic attitude about still being a scholar at her age, but sometimes it was hard to fight the feeling that she was disappointing. She didn't want to worry Darius though, so she smiled over at him.