Her words are balsam on good days, ice on bad ones. She is observant and kind, a combination he will always be grateful for, and he thinks she has the patience of an ocean.

But the ocean is still vastly unexplored and when something actually reaches the bottom of it, her words are acid. It burns and scars. He has been given the mercy of only seeing it once, and the memory gives him goosebumps despite not being the receiver.

It's terrifying and breath-taking, how she can build someone up and take them apart with her words.