[ She gasps quietly. The scar is new, so is the way his eyes don't seem to track or focus. It's hard to speak around the lump in her throat, but she had promised herself that the next time they spoke face to face, she'd be smiling like he taught her to. Her hands reach back up for his face, thumb swiping along the discolored flesh of his scar. ]


That's a good look for you.