[oh, she's so mad. the absolute fury of it crawls across her skin, and it's enough to make her shudder from the nerve-ending incandescence of it. it's hard to stay balanced, and she can't help but take on a little bit of anger, herself. still, she takes in each word, thinking on them—and by the end, nods.]

You're right.

[it's... an accurate read, she thinks. a wholly accurate encapsulation.]

I'm not your teacher, and I have no right to criticize your decisions.

I'm simply reflecting my own selfish desires on you because I care for you.