His instruction is gentle, focused. It makes her initial attempts that bit more wobbly simply because she isn't used to the sense of collaboration. She doesn't have to avert her gaze, fretful about making a mistake and losing any little respect that may remain. As he suggests, she keeps her eyes on him. Which is kind of distracting in itself. It does prove to be a blessing, however, in the sense of being able to tune out all the rest. Mainly herself, and the ever racing thoughts.

Without speeding up - she isn't quite there yet - she enjoys the moment of doing. Being. No mad dash to the finish line in the hope of praise. No need, or indeed desire, to prove anything. They are as they are, and that's all they need to be.

Coming to a steady stop, she says nothing. Just looks at him with a soft, glowing smile. Right now, she's happy. It dawns on her that's how she feels. Happy. Separate from the guileless good cheer of her programmed devotion, it's an experience that has her catching an unnecessary breath.

A squeeze of his hand, and off they skate again. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of you if that happens." The sweet smile is lightly teasing. "We can come here as much as you like, though, while we're here. I like it. We might even be able to find you a beautifully sparkly skating outfit. To be aerodynamic, of course."