Llara watched Britomart work without a sound, then after a moment she stood up and moved over to her closet.<span style="color: blue"> "I heard your husband's comments about my body, I don't appreciate it. I can't stop you or him from finding my body to your liking, but I would prefer it if such thoughts were kept private or at least held until I'm out of hear shot. It makes me uncomfortable and it makes me angry." </span>She pulled an arm from her closet and pulled the skin off of it before laying it out beside her damaged arm.<span style="color: blue">"Seeing what it's supposed to look like might help too." </span>Llara sat down across from Britomart and stared at the human for several seconds.<span style="color: blue">"Sometimes... sometimes I think what happened to me, the mine... sometimes I think it was all planned. I was nearly torn in half by a mine that's usually designed to be anti-personnel, I stepped squarely on it too, I still remember hearing that click and looking down just in time to see it go off. Not only was I not killed by a mine designed to kill soldiers, I was taken off the battlefield and saved before I bled out... that doesn't make sense to me but I guess I'm not really in any place to question it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>