Fleur's voice made Gabrielle flinch. She had never heard Fleur like this, never heard the utter lack of emotion. Even the surprise that Fleur's gasp had advertised was absent, and the curiousity at Gabrielle's sudden appearance was muted at best.
"I am 'ere..." Gabrielle wasn't quite sure how to explain how she had known to come, as she herself couldn't explain it. The best she could come up with was sisterly intuition, but even that seemed a little weak. "I am 'ere because you need me."
Gabrielle loosened her grip a little, looking directly into her sister's eyes and trying to ignore Fleur's mostly naked state. "You were theenking about 'er, were you not? And what she did to you?" Even if Fleur denied it, Gabrielle knew better. There was no other reason to be touching the scar that horrible women had given Fleur.
It was deepest shame, for Fleur, to have a body that was anything less than perfect, to have a single blemish that she did not invite. Gabrielle knew this but could never understand it, could never understand why Fleur herself was any less stunning because of something so small. It wasn't as if anyone would find her any less attractive, Gabrielle certainly wouldn't and the Veela appeal made any scar a point of interest rather than disgust.
Biting her lip, Gabrielle would have pulled back from Fleur if she hadn't known the older woman needed her. She had sworn not to try to force Fleur into anything, but being this close to her made that harder than it should have been. Much harder.