...It is. 

Big hug.

Hug.

"We do only want the best for you, Leia. But growth sometimes means moving beyond your comfort zone."

She makes a bit of a face. 

"I am not saying that you are required to share. But it is important that you yourself, at least, know your own truth."

"I know myself," she says, immediately and confidently. "It's just - like, I know what my liver does." She pauses for a long moment, then continues with: "And it's part of me, and I can deduce things it's doing by wider effects on my body, but I can't magically invent nerve endings for it or directly visualize it without hurting myself. Trying to mystically peer at my liver is - I don't know. A batshit idea."

Elesse hums amusedly. "So much for a thousand years of philosophical tradition. Batshit, she says."

Leia narrows her eyes. "'Philosophical tradition' can go stuff itself."

"Not many of my erstwhile fellows took it seriously enough to save themselves," Elesse agrees. "Your attitude may have been healthier."

...She eyes Elesse speculatively.

"You have a question?"

She shakes her head. "You're like my mom," is all she says. 

"I will take that as a compliment, I think."

...Wasn't entirely meant as one, but sure.

"Your mother is a person I respect greatly. Her character has always been- better than my own."

"She doesn't - push me." That's not entirely the right words, and this is something that exists pretty deep in her - she lets Dalia see it, but usually not anyone else - but home sometimes feels... Cold, maybe, or perhaps static. 

Hum.

"Would you prefer it if she did?"

...Awkward shrug. "I don't want her to stop being herself. Mom isn't a pushy person."

"Let me rephrase: Is being pushed something you want?"

"Yes," she says after a moment. 

She nods. "Very well."

"Planning to argue with me more?"

"For a student, I will make many sacrifices."

"I don't want you to - feel like you need to be someone other than who you are, either."