I'm not - I'm not beautiful or unbreakable or any of that stuff. I'm just some girl.

[Strong, maybe, she can accept that one. Sharp-edged and full of too many emotions, certainly. And that's the terrible perfection of the story, how obviously he means her, how it wraps around her like a tailored coat, warm and perfectly fitted to her jagged edges and masculine hip bones, vibrant and lovely. She wants to button it up tight and pretend she's as beautiful as the person he's talking about.]