"And what?" Dora asked with a simple shrug. Of course she knew the answer to that question, but she spoke the words anyway.
Slowly, she leaned forward, getting up on her knees so that her hands rest over his shoulders. He was wearing a shirt of course, but her hand easily slipped underneath his collar on the left side. There was a large mound of tissue there. Scar tissue which would never be able to be removed. She'd become quite used to feeling it underneath her fingertips and could trace around it nearly from memory.
She sighed slightly as she ran her fingers around the bite mark. "You survived. Another thing I like to think? That I'd survive as well. You worry too much about me. I'd forgive you and there'd be no reason for you to hate yourself. Not that want you-- I just..." her voice trailed off for a moment as she searched for the right words. "There's nothing you could do that would change the way I feel about you."