Ellie's mother had died not long after she was born and she never knew who her father was. So praise from a mother figure was still alien and new to her. Still. Juliet was very close to how she imagined her birth mother to be. She was attentive and supportive, but... she was strong, too.
"Maybe more around the house," she agreed with an enthusiastic nod. Apart from randomly singing in the street that one time, she kept her talent to herself. "I find it relaxing," she admitted.