“No, Soren. I might be as tall as some of the boys you train, or even as strong, but don’t make the mistake in thinking I am the same as them. I’ll bleed once a month, be ready to kill the lot of you for a slice of good chocolate cake the week before that. I’ll cry when I get hurt, and like the smell of pretty flowers, and books with overly muscular heroes who sweep the heroines off their feet.”
