Ivan doesn't reach out for the candy - she is a stranger and has no reason to be friendly without a reason, and he doesn't want to get into trouble because her reason was something that he would get into trouble for. People just aren't friendly unless they have one - if they aren't his caretakers, and even to them that usually applies.
Her words don't make much sense to him, either - he can catch "over", and if he had a bit of time he could probably replay it and understand a bit more, but he doesn't have that time. He looks up at her and smiles silently, trying to cover up how tired he is - he only arrived less than a day before in the dead of the night, and there had been a lot of travelling before that. But you have to look presentable to strangers.
Which brings him back to the question that he already graced before. Is she some kind of caretaker of his in this place? Like the aunts and tutors and maids and wet nurses back home that were supposed to look after him but always came and left soon, until he stopped bonding with any of them, knowing that each new one wouldn't last longer than the last.
If she is, or if she even - the governess of one of the older children in the household had dropped by sometimes recently to study with him, teaching him how to write and do basic math. The thing is, if this stranger approaches him like this, it might be some kind of ritual of greeting him if that is the case. If that is the case... maybe she will speak some Russian? The lady that taught him how to write spoke at least three languages, so...
But then he thought that everyone spoke Russian and found out the hard way that most people didn't once they reached Germany. Still. It is worth a try.
The smile still fixed to his face, eyes carefully shielding any emotions from becoming visible, he nods slowly and asks in Russian, trying to be as polite as possible but failing a bit due to not having had much experiences with social situations, since his family didn't want too many people to get to know him: "What is 'over', Miss?" Still not taking the candy, though. He wants to get behind this first.
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Her words don't make much sense to him, either - he can catch "over", and if he had a bit of time he could probably replay it and understand a bit more, but he doesn't have that time. He looks up at her and smiles silently, trying to cover up how tired he is - he only arrived less than a day before in the dead of the night, and there had been a lot of travelling before that. But you have to look presentable to strangers.
Which brings him back to the question that he already graced before. Is she some kind of caretaker of his in this place? Like the aunts and tutors and maids and wet nurses back home that were supposed to look after him but always came and left soon, until he stopped bonding with any of them, knowing that each new one wouldn't last longer than the last.
If she is, or if she even - the governess of one of the older children in the household had dropped by sometimes recently to study with him, teaching him how to write and do basic math. The thing is, if this stranger approaches him like this, it might be some kind of ritual of greeting him if that is the case. If that is the case... maybe she will speak some Russian? The lady that taught him how to write spoke at least three languages, so...
But then he thought that everyone spoke Russian and found out the hard way that most people didn't once they reached Germany. Still. It is worth a try.
The smile still fixed to his face, eyes carefully shielding any emotions from becoming visible, he nods slowly and asks in Russian, trying to be as polite as possible but failing a bit due to not having had much experiences with social situations, since his family didn't want too many people to get to know him: "What is 'over', Miss?" Still not taking the candy, though. He wants to get behind this first.