Rebecca
Cecilia Lyanah
Seas of South Feyshore

When Caliss called her out for staring, her gaze raised to meet her eye with a teasing smirk. She did not envy her for the battered body she had endured but the scars were what caught her attention. *Worried? No.." 

Again, she could care less about the pain Caliss was suffering through but she wouldn't let her know this. Cecilia stood next to the tub and looked down towards the water, watching the ripples caused by the Vessel cutting through the waves. She didn't bother to use the stones for heat and instead stepped into the chilled water. The moment the water touched her skin, the clear liquid instantly became tainted with pink from the dried blood covering her skin. The more she sunk her body, the darker the water became until everything besides her head was completely emerged in the tub. 

"Your scars caught my eye is all. And it's hardly impressive, I just happen to have a high pain tolerance and it is nothing compared to a first shift." Or the shift she was forced to endure when she had visited a witch to help her regain her body and abilities. "Tell me, what scar holds your most favoured memory? I would assume with so many, you would have one."
Juan
Caliss Goldmane 
Seas of South Feyshore

Caliss, now finished stitching herself up, stripped off her clothes and slid into the tub with Bella. There was plenty of room, only their feet touched if each stretched out her legs. "I'm glad to fibally meet someone interested more in my scars than my eye... Maybe I'll wear more revealing clotging so your eyes get caught more often." She teased, though of all her teasing she was the least likely to actually do this action. 

Her most favored scar... What a question, "I hate my scars... They are hideous. But if you must know," She lifted her chin to reveal the faint scars of ropeburn on her neck, "I tried to hang myself... Not long after I got half my old crew killed and the rest were stranded on an uncharted island." She sighed softly, "I was in a bad way... Thought I oughta end it and save my men from their idiot captain. They found me, kicking and thrashing while my body tried to get away from my mind's idiotic idea. They cut me down and brought me round, made me drink water, made me talk." She smiled a little, "Good men... They loved me, probably even more than my current crew does. I learned a lot on that island, even the Goddess comes *After* My crew." She reached out and touched Bella's shoulder, "Nothing is more important to me than my crew, my family, you're my family now." She said with a smile, "But enough sappy shit, I know you hate it."

She rested her head on the edge of the tub, "What about you? Which of your scars has the fondedt memory?"
Rebecca
Cecilia Lyanah
South Feyshore Sea

She didn't enjoy this story like she thought she would but she kept that to herself. Instead, Cecilia nodded slowly as she used her hands to scrub the blood from her body to reveal her own covered in scars. Fortunately they were not as many as the Captain's nor significant besides the one on her neck. The story for that one would be another time. Raising her hands, the shifter revealed the markings on her palms and fingers similar to pox scars. 

"I received these only a few months back." She began while observing the burnt flesh herself. She didn't mind her scars, better yet she enjoyed being covered in them compared to having bare skin. "I love these most because they remind me of the time I overcame one of my enemies. She is still alive unfortunately." 

With a heavy sigh, Cecilia dropped her hands and continued to wash the blood off her. "I received them after being captured by an Alchemist. He managed to allow Toula to take control with a concoction he brewed before allowing her to roam free in this world. I was kept in a cage with silver shavings covering the floor hence these scars but when she took over, he would free her. It took a while but I was eventually able to take back my mind after a long impatient wait." 

She kept her gaze on Caliss as she explained the origin of the scars, observing her reaction if she had any. "Imagine having two minds in your head. That's what Toula is, the second mind." She finally dropped her hands between her lap and leaned backwards to rest against the tub, pressing her lips together as she recalled the captain's earlier statement. "Scars are not hideous unless you make them out to be and they show the hardship you've endured compared to unmarked flesh."