Jean always felt her breath catch any time he described her like that. As loved and as cherished as she had been as a child by her family, she had never had a stranger see her as anything other than a doctor or student or anything.
He saw beauty and magnificence, and what's more, he made her almost believe it.
"John, hold tight," she said quietly, putting her hands over his on her shoulders. "I want to try something." Closing her eyes for a moment, she focused as hard as she could. Maybe tonight, they could fly.