She feels insincerity creep up her throat, wanting to scoff and say that came out of nowhere, pull herself back together from whatever gap between the veil and herself they're looking at. Yet. Something in Charlie's gaze holds her where she is. Keeps the words down, though they burn as acid. Firewine on an empty stomach, searing and unsettled.

Instead, she takes a slow breath, and just. Nods.

"They break easily."

In irreparable ways.