"Some of it I wouldn't understand either," Ross reminds her, choosing to ignore what she'd said about looking into his books. It doesn't bother him that she'd done it, more that she would have seen what might have been noted as a failing of the mine, but it's in the past now. There are a great many things he can't possibly brush aside, forget as if they'd never happened, but he can keep them firmly separated from the life he has now. Being a world away, even centuries away, has made that easier than it might have been otherwise.

"We've both been learning," he continues, "all this time we've been here. I don't foresee that ever stopping and this may be different but don't forget what you are, Demelza." Ross pauses then, quirking a brow as he pulls back a bit to catch a gaze. "You're a Poldark. We persist even in the face of that which seems most daunting."

Perhaps that isn't always an admirable quality, but it's true. Ross, even now, finds it difficult to step away from a challenge, the consequences be damned. Demelza's studies, at least, can only lead her to better things.

"And you don't have to do it alone," Ross adds. "You've made friends with nearly everyone in this city, haven't you? I'm sure any number of them would be happy to help you. I will, too, if I can."