Trust me, I don't. [She says, dryly, but there's a lack of tension in her words that wasn't there a few seconds ago.

They swim for another minute in silence, but Sheryl can't help but focus on something the other woman had said just now. Eventually, she speaks again.]

Did you really mean that? About words hurting people as much as fists or swords at whatever. I didn't think you seemed like the type of girl who cared what people thought about her.

[There's no accusation in her voice this time. She just seems genuinely curious. Even puzzled.]