Persephone blushed. "You really think so?" Already, Dr. Witaker had astounded her by encouraging her dream, and here he was complimenting said dream and, by close extension, her. As she let go of his arm, she took a few steps up the front stairs of her house but still faced him, waiting for a reply. She felt a kinship to Dr. Witaker growing in her and she decided she would make the conscious effort to become his friend, however that may come about.