[...] There are other things I would like to explain, as well... but I know what you are concerned about, here.
[She turns to him, one arm wrapped around herself.] You see, Sherlock believes me incapable of love -- affection, caring, everything associated with it. That is why he worries about my choosing to -- connect, with someone. But while Sherlock's mind is one the keenest I've ever known, in this particular matter? He could not be more wrong.
[Looks up at him] Do you remember the last time I arrived here? I had sustained some... wounds. I do not think I ever told you what the reason was, behind them. [Trust her -- telling you this is entirely necessary, as well as relevant.]