"I don't think that line would work on anyone else." But the two of them? They're both fucked up enough to be disasters with each other. That promise would only be romantic for the two of them.

Her mouth opens and shuts. Opens again, shuts again.

"Cassian, do you still think I'm... not rubbish to look at? After everything." After pregnancy and childbirth and a needy baby and depression leaving her no energy to work out and maintain the svelte, toned body she used to have. Cassian is still a fucking babe and she's... lumpy.