[ Eden wasn't particularly trying to wander close to any of the teachers, just as she wasn't avoiding them either. Instead, given the new environment and all of its luxury, she'd been admiring all the various details of, well, everything. The art, the clothing's quality for everyone, the unique details you could see for the courts. So it's a soft 'hm' out of her distracted state before the Foundling looks over and smiles at the teacher. ]

I think so! Though I guess the ones who came with a chosen maker already are technically doing better.

[ Either she was truly alright, or disassociating hard. It's the former, even as she kept a hand to her back, fiddling with either the clothes or the very ends of her hair. ]

Though it's not like any of us are going to be abandoned at this point, right?