"The Templars," she repeats after him like he had the Spanish words she'd used earlier; she's every bit as much learning a foreign language as he is.

Whatever reservations she might have - whatever context she lacks - it doesn't survive being able to vividly picture a boy someone like Jacob might become attached to, and the corner of her mouth tugs upward.

"Better to learn with a teacher than get in trouble by himself, hm?"