[ she tilts her head and watches him as he inspects her artistry in the little handheld mirror, her brows knitting thoughtfully at his question. ]

I don't know, [ she answers honestly, not trying to be evasive this time but not having analyzed her feelings on the matter too closely. she weighs it now, in front of him, why she chose such a motif. ] ...I guess I see you as powerful; someone who others follow. Someone whom others revolve around, in a way. [ her brows relax above her own painted face, still faintly perplexed but ultimately convinced of her own opinion. someone unafraid, life-giving. ]

Does that make sense?