Oh no, not the metaphors! Don't worry, though, Amelia doesn't know Verity's aversion to them, so she's not going to mention the use of it.

Her chin is gently rested on the palm of her hand as she leans her elbow on the table. The urge to retort with some kind of petulant remark is high, but she manages to hold it in by sighing instead. "It makes sense, but it's an entirely different way of thinking for me. I know it's what I need, but getting there... I don't even see how it's possible yet."