[ Pyrrha sits very patiently as she waits for Ren to demonstrate. He didn't need to, ultimately. Her mild plea for an example had been expected to be answered anecdotally. What he does instead? Well, it takes her a moment to realise anything even happened.

The light switch clicks down. It doesn't do a lot, in the end. It's the middle of the day, and the windows aren't covered. Ren remains clear in her vision; although, she would recommend he turn the lights back on if he wants to keep reading.

Another few seconds of waiting.

Nothing else happens. ]

That's good! Ren, that's nothing to scoff at. This is a new discipline to you. It's much harder to learn something as an adult than it is when you're young, you know?

[ she's proud of her son (who is a year older than her now) ]