[ her hand moves to the side of his face, really just to brush her knuckles over his cheek, little signs of affection while her eyes squeeze shut, feeling grateful and a little worried all at once. ]

Nn. You're right, I know. I think. I grew up with this face, but it doesn't feel like me anymore, sometimes. But, um. [ another breath, and then she finally opens her eyes again ] I have to tell you something. Something I did, last month. It's about my mutation.