*continues to sound rather more reassured than she feels (the fruits of ages of bearing up)* Yes, I'll try. *the ghost of a smile touching her lips* You're good with the advice today. I'll have you trained up properly in no time.
*wishes there were some adequate way to tell you that whatever else has happened, she knows you are trying your best (and she only wishes she could say the same for some of her other children)* Don't mind me if I hold out hope forever. *a bit sadly* I mean that now, Macalaurë—don't mind me. I know it may be pointless of me but I am your mother, and his too.