Marigold gives this some thought.
"I'm a bit surprised, showing an interest in Calanthe's work. If anything, I'd have thought you would go for playing with those pretty birds she's so proud of. Honestly, she doesn't talk to me about her work, she hardly talks to me at all these days." A tsk at that. "Well, that's the way of it, little birds grow up and leave the nest, don't you know it."
She reaches out and pats Gwen's arm with a bit of a teary look for a moment. "But here I am, fussing over milk that's not only not spilt but still in the cow yet. You've been doing so well, here and at school - oh yes, I hear from your teachers. Do you need a therapist? I wouldn't say no if you do need someone to talk to, of course not! But I'd venture we could find one in the kithain community, or a nice pooka... someone outside of the household if talking to dear Bluebell is too close to home?"