She kept her tea in her hands, watching him. It was a small relief that Katya hadn't been lying to her and even that he hadn't lied to her specifically. Small things, but she clung to that as she took in the scars again.
"I didn't notice one the other evening either," Lotte said, pressing her lips together for a moment. She wanted to ask about them, curiosity as well as concern making her. Just from the movement he made, she felt uneasy about it. She took a sip of her tea, inhaling the scent for a moment before asking, like she had in the theater, "What happened?"