[ It's honestly enough that she glances down, feeling herself blush in embarrassment. Not at what he's saying, not exactly, but that she's having it pointed out to her (roundaboutly) that no one is at present looking out for her, though she has plenty who do or will in general. She can't ask anyone to do that. She's not anyone's responsibility. In the time she's spent here, she doesn't know how to shift from friends to being so audacious as to look for a guardian.

So she hasn't. She's lucked out, or asked for help when she needs it most, or tried to find creative solutions. She's proactive enough, and makes herself busy enough, that it's like dealing with it. It's just weird dealing with the baldface concern when she doesn't know what to really say. Other than: ]

I know.

[ In a small voice, before swallowing and squaring her shoulders. She's still blushing, but it makes her feel less like crying. (Which she does on her own time, and it helps, but it's not going to be helpful right now from what she figures.) ]

But I'm okay.

[ Because she has said this every time, and it's halfway true, which makes it true enough in her mind. ]

That's not something you can ask people to do. Anyway, it's not bad! I'm pretty resourceful. [ She likes to think, and she's going to give herself credit where she can. It's also all language that does not actually say any of it is fine. ] Plus the school is a lot more stable than you think, and I don't start raining too much when I'm sleeping anymore.

[ ... literally raining and waking herself up out of dreams she'd rather not have, if she has to wake up out of them. ]