You should come to the beach with me. I found a quiet place, no one else seems to visit it. We could wade around, at least until you're well enough to swim again.
[It's not about him, and it's not about anyone else, not really. It's about her, and how she's still working on just being able to look at herself now without cringing, much less showing off to anyone else.]
[And he's not overly concerned that it's because of the scarring, either. It's not unusual for humans to hide what they consider disfiguring. They're not exactly badges of honor for lycanthropes, either, but that may be because scars are difficult to get for them.]
I just don't like the thought of you, of all the people I know, being uncomfortable in her skin.
[A longer pause, and this time it's clearly not because she's trying to be tactful, but because she's trying like hell not to cry. She feels so silly and weak for all this mourning. As others have told her, she should be glad she survived at all, and she is... But she still feels her stomach turn over every time she looks down and sees the ugliness she still has a hard time accepting belongs to her at all.]
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And it's not... [She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly.] It's already closed up. There's a scar.
[And she is really trying not to be petty and silly about it, but she still hates it so much.]
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[But he pulls himself back. That sort of information, though useful, is not the important thing here when he can see how uncomfortable she is.]
Are you okay? [He doesn't mean physically, this time.]
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[She sighs again, taking a deliberate pause to keep her throat from tightening up on her.]
I'm recovering. I'm starting to try to walk around more.
[How about keeping it physical anyway, Lark?]
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I've been going to the beach. I mostly sit and watch.
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[He'd make sure they were safe, that there was no one around who could possibly stumble across them. Lark is, if anything, a very good watchdog.]
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No, I can't.
[It's not about him, and it's not about anyone else, not really. It's about her, and how she's still working on just being able to look at herself now without cringing, much less showing off to anyone else.]
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[His tone is equally gentle.]
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[Still kind, but also rather more firm; it's not up for debate right now.]
I promise, it's not because of you.
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[And he's not overly concerned that it's because of the scarring, either. It's not unusual for humans to hide what they consider disfiguring. They're not exactly badges of honor for lycanthropes, either, but that may be because scars are difficult to get for them.]
I just don't like the thought of you, of all the people I know, being uncomfortable in her skin.
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I'm working on it. I am.
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If you want to go for a walk sometime, I'll go with you. No swimming.
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I'm still a little slow, too. Is that okay?
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