But. That one, single little word. It brought her attention back to him, sharp like the knives that she had taught him how to wield. That she'd given him.
"No, Elliot," she corrected. "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing correctly and completely." Honestly, she was more irritated that he'd blundered through it than that he'd attempted it. She wanted him to attempt things. Some of her best memories had been creeping through noble houses and outsmarting their traps for little more than mere baubles. Her house was full of them. Jeweled carvings of animals. Some of them were expensive. But some of them, Elliot had discovered, were just colored glass.
"Only you decide if it's worth it. But if it's worth it, it's worth taking your time to make sure you succeed. Do you understand the difference?"