Broken Boulder and a black car that matches your blackest soul

She should be embarrassed to have him look at her. Ashamed, as she was with Horosk. But she won't allow herself to be. The winter sprite steels her spine; she straightens with a quiet sense of pride for herself.

Liri will not be a victim. She will wear these scars like a warrior come home from battle. 

She watches him warily, hoping he doesn't comment on them. It's not a story for someone she, literally, just ran into. 

"I'm fine, I've seen worse," she quips lightly, with a humorless grin.

 "You're new. Got a name?" She's odd and knows it, but can't find it in her to care if she weirds him out.