[She's still having trouble wrapping her head around him calling her beautiful despite what she's wearing. Because of what she's wearing. Even with the context he's provided, there's part of her that's hung up on the differences between it and her usual way of dressing, her body wrapped in elegant cloth and soft colors — in beauty, if nothing else, shouldn't this be a step down?]

[But she decides to stop questioning it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as the humans say. And whether or not she understands the compliment, it doesn't take an empath to tell that Darin's laying his genuine feelings out bare before her. The least she can do is trust his word.]

You don't have to phrase it like that. Like those desires are something evil. If I thought that for a moment, I would have to condemn myself as well...

[It's an embarrassing admission. As far as she's concerned, it would be a lot easier if everyone thought she didn't have any of those kinds of thoughts, any of those urges. They stand at odds with who she's supposed to be and what she's supposed to be doing.]

[But it's out there, and so before he can dig in or start freaking out, she tries to quickly keep moving on with her thought:]

But at this rate, there isn't going to be much left to see.