"No... I, um...." Ffion wriggles into a sitting position and closes the book, fumbling for words. "I have work to do. Good work. I like it. Learning Eldarin as well as copying." She slips off the table to stand in front of Magistra Colle, and her voice drops, because the next words are harder to say. "But I don't feel like doing it at all. Any of it." Magistra Colle smiles. "Copying, and learning Eldarin. All of that is for Anar Nazarchtharin. You need to find something that's just for you."