"Are you mad?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Yes."
"Can I ask why?"
"Because you have a scar," he said, and she pursed her lips, the next question coming out heavier than she planned.
"Is it hideous?" she asked, and he paused before answering.
"Yes, it is." Her heart sank, but soon rose again as he added, "It's as hideous as the ones who gave it to you. So, I'll be able to find them more easily."
What was that?
She suddenly laughed.
There was no way he could find them just by looking at the scar. But she guessed this was his way of comforting her.
"How is it?" he asked, and she raised her hands. She had never worn such comfortable nightwear before.
Sleeves that were as soft as cotton, pants that were loose but still soft and comfy, wrapped around her waist with a certain comfort.
This was the right material to sleep in.
It was amazing.
"Now, in you go."
Kael drew the blanket up over her legs, tucking it carefully as if shielding her from every harm past and present.
