"A-a scar..." A permanent mark. On one hand, that's a thrilling concept in and of itself. On the other, she's not nearly worthy enough of leaving a mark on anyone or anything, and her grip on him tightens a little, expression uncertain.
She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
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She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?