There wasn't much she could do about his mother and all that she was- but if she was able to help him create something that would do more good for the Isle kids, she wanted to help.

Thankfully, it's an easy enough trek to her dorm, and they're there sooner instead of later. There is, of course, the question of where to sit... Instead of fretting over it, she tugs him over to her bed so they can cuddle. "Carlos..."

She finally whispers his name, not eager to broach the subject on her mind, but- "Is she always like that?"