She smiled, leaning into his touch. She still felt like she'd come very close to messing up, but with him looking at her like that? It felt like it didn't matter.

"Anytime," she shrugged. "I-I mean, they're just scars. Sure, they tell part of a story but they're not the end-all, be-all." Her father had said something like that to her a few times, though he'd been more eloquent about it.