When he pulled back, she slapped her palm against her forehead. She shouldn't have looked. That was stupid. Dragging her hand down her face, she looked down at him with some difficulty - the fact that he was resting against her stomach and she was nearly reclining put an obstacle in her viewing path - and sighed. "No, no, it's..." She really didn't want to admit her inexperience. It was so embarrassing. Though luckily, she did have an equally pressing other excuse. "My face has mostly healed, and my arms are fine. But...I had really bad bruises on the rest of me." She frowned. "They're...still there, and...they're just so ugly, I don't want that to be your first impression."