Well... I s'pose I had to like someobody, and I hate everyone else, so it makes sense for me to like you so much...

[Descole makes a quiet noise in the back of her throat at that, trying to curl into a tighter ball against her double.]

I feel... a little too hot still. But...

[But taking off any more clothes would mean that he'd see the worst of the scars, and Descole is very conscious of them again now.]