How coincidental.

Cordelia had, in fact, felt the rips and the like in his clothing. She would have to deal with that, even if it meant buying him clothes herself. Too bad her own male clothes or Suna's probably wouldn't fit him. Oh, well.

"Alright. What time does your dad get home?" she asked. She had to know so she could make arrangements for her own son so someone could watch him. She could make it up to the boy later.

Cordelia blinked. Twelve... as in midnight? She stared at him, then nodded. Alright. She could do that. She had enough money to pay a babysitter for that long. "Alright. I need to talk to him, so I'll just stay here, if that's ok." She offered a smile. "You want to start working on school work?"

The mother shook her head. She was intent on helping him, as both a parent and as a teacher at the academy. "You're completely capable of doing this work," she told him. "Come on. I believe you can do it, you just need to think a little bit harder. Let's go, come on." She started getting up, though not completely. If she had to force him to do it, she would.

Force could be her best friend at times.

Cordelia shook her head. No was never an acceptable answer for her. She was stubborn and always had to get her way. "Soahc, come on. Giving up is no way to face things that are hard," she told him. "And you can do it. Trust me."

"By never trying you may never pass," she told him. "Everything you do, you either fail or succeed at. Well, most things. You have to give yourself the option or you'll never know what could have happened." She wondered how someone so young could already have such a firm thought on things, and be so defiant. It seemed that she would find out eventually, though.