"I would want you eef zhere were many scars, and not simply one," Gabrielle said honestly, touching Fleur a little more firmly when she saw that her older sister seemed to take comfort from it.
"You are non weak, and non pathetic," The younger witch said firmly, wiping her sister's tears away the best she could. "So zhere ees a mark! What of eet?" Gabrielle knelt impulsively and pressed her lips to the scar, wanting very badly to continue but straightening up to look back at her sister, knowing the older woman needed comfort and not lust.
"You are non broken. Do you remember what Maman said about love?" Gabrielle pressed, taking Fleur's hands in her own, "She said zat eet cures all wounds. And I love you, amour, even eef," She swallowed hard, fighting back tears of her own, "Even eef you do non love me een return, I love you, and I will always. Always."