Gwem's pale skin was a deep rose pink, flushing. She dipped her gaze and pinned the edge of the bandage down, then stepped back and cleared her throat, still pink. "Well, memories are an intrinsic part of us," she said, shifting her weight. "It's hard to lose them. I do feel...lost." She rubbed her arms gently, careful of the bandages. "I also feel...a little broken. Damaged. Ashamed," she admitted, looking at Lani. "I don't feel beautiful, though. Not really."<br/><br/>She exhaled softly and began finger-combing her hair nervously. She bit her lip, still flushing pinkly. "Do...do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. "Even after...everything?"<br/><br/>She wanted to know;<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to know. She wanted to be closer to Lani, though in what way, she wasn't sure. She wanted to understand this wonderful, wild, proud woman.