That's got to come in handy, though. [ She considers his words for a second, glancing out ahead of them to a distant point, her gaze unfixed as she weighs over whether to say this next part. Then again, he's never shown anything but willingness to be honest with her on his end, so she almost feels like this is something she owes him — more truth, ultimately, about herself. ]

It's... harder, for me, to get hurt. Has been ever since I became the Earp heir. It's like this curse, whatever it is, makes me faster, stronger. Even when I take a hit, it's easier for me to heal from it quickly. To bounce back.

[ That isn't to say she can't get sick or injured, period, but it makes her tougher than most. ] Pretty sure I haven't had a scar since I fell climbing a rusty tractor back on the homestead and busted up my knee. It's still there, actually.