No coddling? She felt fussy before; now she feels like she's trying to hard. As if Rose doesn't know there aren't worse things, as if she hasn't faced them down personally. It comes off as condescending, regardless of however Porrim might have meant it, to the point of something stifling and claustrophobic. There are expectations ladled in with everything she says.

Rose crosses her own leg in mirror, but does not return the smile. "Is that an earnest encouragement, or a requirement disguised as such?"

It wouldn't be the first time, and not the first here either. She's not particularly interested in a disjointed conglomeration between fussy mother, no-nonsense talent manager, and pushy therapist, and she finds to no surprise that her steady roil of anger at being here hasn't gone anywhere, only eased off from a boil.