She knows it's been hard. Being known as the ward of the most powerful woman in the Imperium hardly helps her with making friends. The teachers that don't treat her like a porcelain doll to be careful around tended to be confrontational out of some stupid sense of power.

At least, that was her assessment. She knew Jaina had deep issues with her schooling, but it was necessary. She had to be grounded, if she was to develop better than other imPorts - a normal childhood had kept Ysanne from becoming...well, other imPorts. She was trying to give Jaina as much as she could. But time was growing short, and she had so much to impart.

But there were more important things. So when she heard that familiar thud, she put down the paperwork on her desk, making her way into the stately home's living room to greet her.

"Hello, Jaina. A rough day, I take it?"