He isn't wrong, exactly, in that she is a flashy city type of girl. That's only been in the last few years or so though. Even before that, she was a rockin' roadie who went where she wished and had no home to call her own.

She sees that shift though from her compliment and it helps her own mood again. Making others happy is what she likes to do, after all, even if... Well, sometimes she isn't the best at lifting spirits herself. Or she - as he saw - gets so caught up in herself she loses sight of those around her.

"I'm sure your wings will be awesome," she reassures. "since you're awesome! Mine so far are just little, like, branches? That's what they look like anyway." She turns to look over her shoulder like she might be able to see them. She can't, of course, but still.