Black Morass lacus

Envy was never shy about watching.

Ogling. That was the right word. Her eyes lingering on the usual object of her attraction; all those nasty imperfections.

Look at that fucked up face, hardship etched in strokes of muted red, a touch by his eye, a touch to his chest, she found herself almost jealous, not having been there to see them when they were given. Not there to fix them better than how they'd already healed. Her nails flexed against the cold earth.

This one was new, and the wretch grew curious, following him when Ione had released her for the day. While his back was turned, and his focus set on washing away the worries of the day, Envy appeared at the cusp of the water, her head crooned to the side, big-eyed as her form peered over his own while he lay half submerged.

Hey! You seem angry. she states her astute observation, social customs abandoned as she interrupts his bath.