[She's seen worse - even within the last few minutes - but she doesn't forget that that injury is there. If only she were practiced with healing, she'd have some assistance to offer Instead, it serves to strengthen her resolve to find some way to pay him back.]

[Openly surprised, she studies him. There's no denying that it's nice, really nice, to hear those things, but-- surely it has more to do with him than with her, doesn't it? He seems kind, to her, seems earnest - like someone who would be more generous with the positive assessments than they necessarily should be, but perhaps that's just her own lack of self-esteem talking. (And it doesn't make the gesture any less touching, either.) Straightening, she folds her hands together and offers him a genuine smile that has a hint of something else to it, the lingering sign of her own disagreement. Her eyes are sad, somehow, even as her mouth curves upward at the ends.]

['Different,' maybe. But not special.]

I'm... glad to meet you, too. You've been too kind. [And she's not sure yet whether she means that in more than the colloquial sense, though she's beginning to suspect it wouldn't be far off. Tone light,] But-- I'm sure you must say that sort of thing to all the girls, right?

[It's probably an attempt at a joke, pulled up from somewhere in the depths of her memory; she wouldn't think to say such a thing on her own.]