Mattie felt as though Nick wasn't telling the whole truth to her, but she just didn't want to pursue it right now. Although her crying episode was very slowly beginning to simmer down, she was still reeling from all the feelings and questions and ideas that the man's return had brought on. She mindlessly opened her mouth to ask what had changed, but she thought better of it, instead noticing foggily that she was being held against harder muscles than she remembered. 

Perhaps her own muscles had grown too, but it had mostly been her wings that she'd trained. That would work her pecs, but since those were nestled under her boobs she doubted there was any noticeable change. 

She traced her fingertips absently along Nick's tricep, her eyelids drooping. It had been a long time since she'd felt this strung out, and right now she was stretched between interrogating him and simply settling for the fact that they were together again. For now. Evidently, it wouldn't be a good idea to count on things staying the same in that regard, at least not yet. 

"I'll be safe," she mumbled finally. Her voice sounded weighed down. "I can fly so much better than three years ago. I'm stronger and...so are you."