cathrwren:

     “Meeting you was a disaster.”
     She raised a brow. “Thank you.”
     Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. “But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.”
     “I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.”
     “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”