"I don't mean-" Gen made a soft sound of frustration, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not saying I have to be as pretty as Penny, or- or one of those girls in there-" she gestured vaguely over her shoulder in the direction of the inn. "I don't even have to be pretty- I just don't have to make it any worse or look like I've just been beaten up." She sighed, shoulders slumping just slightly. "But thank you, for thinking so. Even with all of this."
Genevieve looked to the ground and then back up to Julius. "I don't know, I guess- I just hadn't expected to get into a fight in a bar before I had the courage to tell you."