Scars tell a story

"O-ok" I stammer as Quinara sits next to me, "I'll start bottom to top runt" Quinara says before kicking out her long leg and placing her foot on my lap, "w-wha" I begin to stammer before she cuts me off "see that round my calf?" She asks I look down at her green foot before scanning upwards and seeing some rather gnarly looking scar tissue around the lower end of her calf on two sides of her skin "bear trap" she explains "fucking hurt like hell let me tell you". "Uh I can imagine" I say feeling very uncomfortable in our current quite intimate position, mercifully she does take her foot off my lap and moves on to her next scar.

"Arrow did this to me" she says pointing to a somewhat star shaped scar on her right thigh, I gaze at her thick powerful looking thigh adorned with this scar. "Oh wow, did you get who fired it?" I ask her, she lets out a chuckle, "too fucking right I did. No one hurts me and lives" I make a mental note to never hurt this woman and then she moves on again, however instead of stopping at the scar I had actually noticed she goes past it. "So this one was from a bar fight, cunt got me when I wasn't looking with a broken chair leg" she explains pointing at a scar just below her shoulder blade. "Lastly this one was a hand axe, thankfully only nicked me or I could have lost the arm" she says pointing to the smallest scar she had on her right arm just above the elbow.

While I certainly found her tales enlightening, I couldn't shake the fact that she skipped over what was probably her biggest scar, "so what do you think runt?" she asks "y-yeah that's a lot of scars" I reply, Quinara picks up on the fact that my mind is clearly elsewhere, "not impressed runt?" I look up at her "N-no that's not it...." She stands and stretches further towering over me, "then what?" Part of me knows that if she didn't tell me there was reason for it but I pry anyway "you didn't tell me about that scar" I point to her abdomen, Quinara's eyes go wide as she realises what I'm pointing to her hand coming down and feeling that her scar wasn't covered by her undershirt. "Fuck, I didn't know this shirt was too small... Just forget about this one runt. There's no story to tell" she lies, I call her out on this "bullshit there's always a story, no way you were born with that".

Quinara stares me down almost affronted by the fact that I would be so bold, "fuck you" she spits her eyes narrowing, a shiver runs down my spine and my fear is palpable. "H-hey I won't **** you, you don't have to share i-" "yeah I don't." She snaps before turning away and unraveling her bedroll, "we should get some sleep" she says, it was clear I had upset her. I unravel my own bedroll and get in it, the somewhat pleasant atmosphere we had over dinner and while showing her scars had completely evaporated.