Anastasia sighed softly as she stopped and turned on her heels, she was just about to go inside the residence hall when he said something about a new sketchbook. A true artist wouldn't go back on an offer for a new sketchbook but sadly she couldn't accept it, she wasn't that kind of person.<br/><br/>"I'm Anastasia. And I have more sketchbooks in my room that I can use." Her eyes shifted to her window and saw that Salem was sitting and watching what was going on. He had always been a protective cat, but still non the less sweeter.<br/><br/>In the struggle and time of the almost fight, Anastasia's sleeves of her hoodies had rolled up, revealing the long amount of old and fresh scars, and a large bandage that covered her left wrist. Everything was in the open and she hadn't had noticed until a cold breeze passed through, she looked down and saw her sleeves up and fumbled to pull them down to cover her wounds.<br/><br/>Her gaze went to Griffin's to see if he had caught the sight of her scars. A bit of her pleaded that he didn't so he didn't think that she was a crazy girl. She couldn't tell if he had seen them or not, but even if he did she assumed that he would be decent to not bring it up.