Practical was a strong word to describe Vanya. She never tried to push herself beyond her means, under the belief that there was no reason to when what she could do was all she was capable of. There was nothing more until she stopped taking those pills and her potential began to open up. Terrifying potential, but potential all the same. She felt her music more and the world around her at large. There were days that she was still getting used to that alone. Everything seemed so... monotone to her before.
"Maybe," she replied slowly, considering the notion. She did enjoy teaching back home and at the same time she missed playing, though at the same time there was some of that same uncertainty in picking up her violin again that she felt in herself in general. That it was something dangerous that she used to cause people harm, some of which she very personally cared about. "I wonder if there's a need for it here," she mused, chewing at the side of her lip absently.
She appreciated Five's help, handing the dishes off to him once she was done with them. She was still learning about this place, though Five had mentioned the school and she had to generally agree with his sentiment towards it. Those kids should be... getting to be kids. She wondered what the need was for it, when it seemed like it was fairly quiet here. Was it for the sake of making adolescent soldiers like her siblings? Or was there some deeper care for the students themselves that they were never fortunate enough to get from Reginald?
"Not yet, just... soon," she agreed with a nod. She didn't want to make Five any more concerned about her than he already was. She needed to get a handle on things for the both of them or they would always be on edge. Quite honestly, Vanya was tired of living like that, teetering on one edge or another. On desperately wanted acceptance. Being part of something. Of being afraid of herself. It was no way to live.
"I'm... a little sad mine didn't come with," she admitted, fussing longer over a dish than was necessary before handing it over to Five, turning to lean back against the counter with a soft sigh. "I'd like that though," she assured more herself than Five. If there was one thing she could do that was her own, it was playing her violin. It was nothing in comparison to what her siblings did day to day, but it was hers and she couldn't stand the thought of not doing it again out of fear.
"I think you're right, it was a lot, and I can't let it overwhelm me so what I need to do is try," she nodded again, finding the notion falling enough in some line of sense. She wasn't going to let this get the better of her, not again.
"Besides, we have to make up for all those years you weren't forced to listen to me play like everyone else," she teased with a smile, knowing that Five never saw it as an annoyance or burden like their other siblings at times. In fact, whenever she had a new piece to play, she always used to play them for Five first.