"I want to make my questions count, I suppose," Iphigenia says, smiling sheepishly.

"But yes," she continues, nodding. "I think I know what you mean. There were times--I mean, back home--when I didn't want help, and didn't even ask for it, but people offered it anyway."

She shrugs.

"But they were being kind, in their own way, so I appreciated it."