[She nods, but she's quiet for a minute as she tries to gather her swirling thoughts. Her hands roughly grasp hold of her skirt and she tries to figure out what to say or do. He's the first person in her life that's given her permission to disagree with them, and this is the first moment she's realized that she never really needed permission.

If she's free to start fires and do what she wants with the rest of the world, she's free to disagree with him too. He's not going to love her any less because of it. At least she hopes he won't, anyway.]

I guess you just hurt my feelings, is all. Because that was a really mean thing to say.

[Her hands grab hold of her skirt tighter, until her knuckles are white.]

You grew up with your brothers showing you what to do. You had a place doing something you loved, with people you loved. All I want to do is figure out what I want to do that makes me even half as happy as you are. And maybe that's taking me in ten different directions right now. But all that really matters to me is that this is the first time I've ever disagreed with someone even a little, and I'm really proud of myself.