At least, that's honest. For whatever reason, it makes her jaw loosen a little. Her mouth purses toward a faint frown, but it's not all hard lines this time, and her first words are far more honest than he (or anyone) fully understands.

"I was made to endure."

She should mean The Rift. Taking care of Jack. But.

That isn't what she thinks of. It's that the last six years would have driven a human insane. It's not an offering, or an explanation, so much as it is a statement. A fact. If she could withstand The Rift's unending drag, (breaking with her parents for) Jack, and that void, she could endure him (and this newest cage of a castle, world, dimension), too.

There's a peak to her brows. "Were you?"