For an odd reason, her comment startled him. It was something he wasn't good at-reading people. He'd never figured her for a person that wasn't "strong", or was "strong". She was just...Bella.
He slid down next to her slowly. Albus thought about it, even so. For some reason, he wanted to solve all of her problems, perhaps because her was so used to seeing her so cheerful, and didn't like seeing her tormented. Or anyone tormented, for that matter.
"Strength is..." Objective? Well, of course, but that wouldn't help at all. What he really wanted to say was- 'Of course, you are!' but how would he know, really? He believed it, but...
"You are," he said, letting emotion and intuition take reason. "I know you are."