Her hand slide down to her stomach, the scars of her wounds, "could be days to a week," she said softly, "I thought I was dying before I came here." She knew she had now, Ray confirmed it, now she saw this picture.
Her eyes looked over to him and she took that handkerchief, "How is it you look like the man I viewed as a monster, but not be him?" she shook her head, taking a moment to regain her control of emotions.