"It's Ivanonva still," she said with as much kindness as she could muster. Which, for Bayleigh in her adult life, meant there was no sarcasm or hatred in her tone, though no true kindness. But it was an improvement from how she spoke to most. "Soon I hope. Not until he's ready, I suppose," she said. As she spoke about her father, a smile did cross over her expression.
"Yes, I'd like that. Thank you."
She moved inside of the classroom, shifting out of her travel robes, which she immediately folded over her arm for the moment.
"Looks the same as it did two years ago," she commented idly about the classroom, before looking to Aurora.