Faridah tried to ignore the girl's obvious flirting, mostly from the fear of it resulting in Mellisande's lash later on. She shuddered as she moved to the middle of the girl's back and traced her fingers over one of the scars. "Did... Did she do this to you?" The thought of her skin being permanently marked after all the hours dozens of servants had put into keeping it in immaculate condition was rather unsettling to her.