Kaylee wasn't one to dwell. She laughed like they were old friends when Roxy talked about being worried; like she hadn't been dragged off by some creature capable of denying her something as basic as her own willpower. Roxy wasn't entirely off base. There had been bruises, and Andrew had left than just that in their time growing up. And (she doubted sweet little Mellie-pooh knew it) he did tend to react to stress with aggression. He had just never directed it at her. He'd beat his knuckles bloody on a punching bag or work out until he passed out, but he had never hurt her without a purpose behind his actions. They had trained together often enough, and in some twisted way, that was what had been happening in that cell at Aegis. He was teaching her a lesson that he thought she needed to survive. She hadn't forgiven him, but she still would have defended him to other people.
Being his sister gave her certain inalienable rights to hating him that she didn't extend to anyone else.
The bruises were all gone by now. Andrew would have been happy to let her heal as slowly as nature intended but Abel had taught her a thing or two in their time together. The hug was returned heartily and she happily scampered along as she was led. "I do, don't I?"
She adopted a pose with hands at her hips and back arched, with her head tilted back and to the side. Then she dropped it just as quickly to wave a hand and gesture at the stunning package that was Roxy Hill this evening. "Quite a uniform they've got you in."