Answer truthfully

You tense up, not wanting to talk about your scars but knowing that you must obey him. "They're from when I was a child. My family was killed in a raid and I was taken prisoner. I was sold to a Dunmer slaver and put to work in the mines. I tried to escape a few times but was always caught and beaten. The scars are from the whips."

Sotha Sil's face darkens at your story, his hand tightening in your hair. "Who did this to you?"

You flinch at the anger in his voice but quickly reply, "A Dunmer named Ulfri. He's dead now. I killed him when I finally escaped."

Sotha Sil nods, his face softening as he looks at you. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Nevaari."

You shrug, "It was a long time ago. I don't really think about it much anymore."

Sotha Sil nods and then leans down, gently kissing your forehead. "Thank you for telling me."

You blush and look away, not knowing what to say.

Sotha Sil lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms, cradling you like a child as he begins to stroke your hair. You tense up at first but eventually relax into his embrace, feeling safe and protected. You drift off to sleep, feeling more at peace than you have in a long time.