[ But her gaze doesn't turn to him, and she just keeps looking at the books with a pleasant, even smile. ]

Not really. Grigori only tutored me as long as he was around, and no one else really did after that, except for teaching me a new language or something, but that wasn't too hard.

[ It's sad, in a subtle way, and a way that she seemingly misses. Diva reaches out to pull a book of folklore from around the world from the shelf. ]

Something like this, maybe? This looks good.