[...Yeah, way to make him feel small for complaining. He hesitates for some time.]

It is not different. It is more. It comes from a greater river, which itself runs for leagues upon leagues until it empties into the sea. Along the way it gathers the sounds of little rocks and catches sunlight like white gems on the surface. Can you imagine it stretching on for many miles, the sound and sight of it?

[Or is he just tormenting her with something she has been deprived of all her life? What is this girl's story?]