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[ bellamy smiles at her correction, assuming her to be proud of her achievement. she should be. it's not like she even brags about it when she can. he remembers it had been him telling her she was a genius, him telling her she still had work to do. she's never once really bragged about being the youngest zero g in fifty-two years. ]

[ his gaze focuses on her foot before he looks to the table, searching for the books among the clutter. once he spies what he thinks to be the spine of one, he smiles. ]

[ returning his attention to her foot, he bows his head to watch his hands. he hesitates in even acknowledging it, but after a few moments, asks quietly, ] Is it helping at all?