At first, she'd fought herself a little bit on this, on the distinct pleasing sensation of how big he is, and how safe it make her feel, of how much she likes that, of how feeling small against Sam doesn't remind her what a stunted freak she is. She feels delicate, and precious.

Not words she'd have let anyone to ascribe to her, not ever.

"It's not bullshit," she answers quietly. "Not from you. Especially considering-- everything."

She glances down at the pendant, touching it gently, and smiles, something so small and real, only for the two of them. "You have it," she murmurs. "My heart." She doesn't mean to say it, turning a bit pink despite everything. "I-- thank you. For the present. Can I give you yours now too?"