Larea's head sunk even further at his words. She was expecting anger but hoping for reassurance.. not for him to ask her to pretend it never happened. Were the scars more horrible than she originally thought?<br/><br/>She wrapped one of her hands around the other's upper arm, biting her lower lip as the event replayed itself in her mind. She slowly started putting one foot in front of the other, walking at a snail's pace, lest she trip and fall once again. The hill that lead down to the lake was exceptionally challenging, particularly because she still couldn't bring herself to look up, worried she might catch Zel's gaze if she did; looking him straight in the eyes was something she didn't think she could handle right now.<br/><br/>After a while, she made it about halfway up, before losing her grip and sliding back down most of the way again. At this point she was ready to collapse, mostly from the mental exhaustion and embarassment, and the blood continuously finding its way to her face, eternally tinting it a deep red. Her next attempt was even slower, but she didn't really care; her mind was hardly even registering that she was going anywhere in the first place, much less the speed with which she got there.