[For Beatrix, it's not... She would love to argue. To say that there's no way Oriphi could understand. That there's no way for anyone else to understand. If that's true, then it's because she's never given anyone else that opportunity. She doesn't seem inclined to change that. Not voluntarily, anyway.

If people knew the truth of things. If they knew what Beatrix was really capable of, they wouldn't think anything kind of her then. Maybe she should be warding everyone else off with that.

Instead of saying anything, she simply listens.]

I would be disinclined to believe you were anything less than what I think you to be. I suppose it would be convenient for one's perception of self to vary greatly from what others do in contrast.

[However—]

Let us simply rest with the knowledge that such kindnesses are more befitting of you, Oriphi. I trust should you hear these oft enough, you will come to adapt to them.