She observed him carefully as she gently massaged his back, smiling softly to herself when his eyes closed. He would tense and flinch every now and then, but his pained expressions grew scarce as she continued her motions. She noted the few scars that littered his smooth skin, which made her bite her lip. She had a few scars, but one rivaled them all. It ran diagonally down her back, she didn’t personally think it was very pleasant to look at, she hated it, but that was life. Most people knew she had the scar, they were all there when she was carried back by her brother, laying limp in his arms, but none know why. They didn’t question it, they just moved on.<br/><br/>As he spoke, she could hear the grogginess that lined his voice as he spoke, and she eased her hands across his back, now absentmindedly covering more area than before. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you’re doing an amazing job. You’re the best Strider we’ve had, none of them had such attention to detail. She went silent after a moment before she felt his hand place itself on top of he’s, her heart slipping a beat at the contact. She didn’t know why, she never once cared when someone touched her, not once had she felt this sort of spark, why him? Pushing that though aside she gave him a gentle smile in return, squeezing his hand softly. “I’m glad we met, too. Without you I’d surely be dead, in more ways that ones. And you proved to me not everyone in this world is cruel and heartless.” She kept her voice gently, her eyes flickering over his face. His eyes, his cheeks, his lips, everything, she tried to break away from staring, it didn’t particularly work unfortunately.  “I’m just glad I could help.”