Bearclaw Valley Toughen me up!

Raziel disregarded the fact that Scarlett's position currently befitted his rank and not her's; now was not the time to argue over these petty little things. He ignored the curl of the albino's lips, and the sharp edge of her teeth when he walked over to her. She growled an uncharacteristically vicious growl and while Raziel heard it, he did not listen to it, meaning that it passed right through his left ear and out of his right; the noise did not register in the Roman's brain. However, when a familiar voice rang through the air, Raziel's left sterling ear flicked towards it and his heart sank immediately, looking wildly between the dark, fat pup and the currently crazy albino.

Thank the gods that Scarlett became normal once more when the pup arrive, which meant he didn't have to grab the pup and do some kind of superhero saving. He allowed the relief to wash over him for a moment as Raziel watched the mother lick her daughter's head, his keen eyes noticed the miserable and ashamed look in her crimson eyes but he did not comment on it. The Roman inclined his head slightly when she told him that she couldn't be mean. "Do you have PTSD?" he asked her, voice filled with concern as he reached forward to plant a reassuring kiss on her pale cheek. "Post-traumatic stress disorder? You know, because of your...terrible and messed up childhood?" Raziel's face contorted into a dark scowl when he said the word 'childhood', he knew that her family mistreated her but he didn't know it was enough to cause this kind of thing. After all, Raziel himself had a pretty messed up childhood too: regular beatings, starvation, murder, torture etc. He knew all that, he'd been through all that. But he didn't have PTSD, or he didn't have that severe a case of it.

Had Scarlett gone through the samething? Was it because she chose to hide it away instead of embracing it and getting over it like he did?