[He may not have to worry about everything, but he can't help but think about them to a degree and almost looks like he'd object to her words. And then he realizes that'd be stupid. No, Li's right. This isn't a burden he's expected to shoulder, he hasn't even been here that long.]

Right, you're right. I just... I'm not used to community.

[For someone who always crave such positive reinforcement, it's strange to hear it without feeling he's really done anything. It comes without him expecting it, and it tugs at that tiny little box of emotions and teases it open. Donatello swallows, his smile a tight one if only because he doesn't trust what his face is doing otherwise. Skewed or not, Li's being honest, and her compliments while they make him feel oddly awkward also warm him. Or maybe it's just his face, he has no idea.

He takes a deep breath once he feels he can do so without falling apart. Internally he feels like he's trying to tape that box back up with a near-empty roll.]

You already are.

[Someone good. It might have been a dream, but he'd seen enough to decide it. There'd been no reason for her to bait fungus-zombies or throw herself on the line, and it had been her choice to help people, help him.]

I think we said something about having tea, right? There's a cafe kinda thing here in the Magitech sector, the Cyborg. Want to meet up?