She sees your scars

"Sorry Josefina," you say with embarrassment, covering yourself as you start to step back into the bathroom.

"No Senor, it is I who is sorry. For not leaving your towels." Her eyes widen and you see that she has noticed the scars on your torso. "Madre! Senor Hawkfeather, your scars! So terrible!"

You wince then shrug. "It looks worse than it is Josefina. If you can still walk away afterwards it wasn't too bad." Her eyes look at you with compassion and she reaches a hand out to touch your arm.

"Muy malo senor," she says softly. "I am so sorry. You are muy valiente. Very brave."

You're embarrassed by the sincere regard you see in her face, and annoyed at your cock for starting to twitch at her proximity and her touch. You never like discussing your wounds, much less with an attractive woman while you stand naked in front of her. But you also feel the warmth of her compassion, and part of you yearns to be comforted by her.