Despite the fact that she knew she was covered well, she couldn't help but flinch. What if he could feel them regardless? What would he think? Battle scars on men tickled her fancy, sure, but on her? No. No, no, no.
She was worried, even as he kissed her. The thought of the scars along her body was ever-present in her mind, now more than ever. She'd have to address it eventually-
And it seemed as though it was going to be sooner, rather than later.
"It's absolutely necessary," she spoke shrilly, and moved to pull the covers over her nose after swatting at his hand. She stared at him worriedly. Distractedly. "Aren't you tired? Don't you want to sleep?"