“I’ve climbed higher,” she replies with glee, because while she hasn’t measured it exactly, she knows from long experience that there are even taller in Castileos. “Rigging on a ship isn’t so high but it’s just a series of ropes and a little wood, sometimes during storms when you’re frozen and clinging for dear life with numb fingers but we have so many spires on buildings, some of smooth stone and brickwork where you find grips to jump between. Others with glass and you have to hope it’s going to hold or you won’t slide back down.

The buildings are too far apart here but on the streets of my home? I don’t usually touch the ground or take boats and skiffs through the waterways. I leap, rooftop to rooftop, up and down.”

After all, it’s part of the reason she’s teaching: instilling her own joy and valuable skills whilst trying to stave off boredom at the same time.