[She looks up at him, brushing those little errant pieces of blond hair back. She'd offered to turn around because they hadn't gotten very far into anything physical yet, and she just wanted him to feel comfortable, but now she feels like it might be more important to see him, so that he knows it's okay to be himself in front of her.] Vash, I've seen scars before. Bad ones. [She doesn't mention her own because if he's this worried about it she's sure they're worse than hers which got proper treatment even under severe conditions. But she does think of Tyki briefly and the massive scars crisscrossing his body. And certainly she saw a lot of scars and wounds and amputations back home.]
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