She finally opened her eyes and moved to sit up when he stood, catching sight of his back as he moved. She noticed two things in the few moments she had to see it-first being the scars that explained what she'd felt earlier, and the second being that she hadn't even managed to make his skin go red. Which meant that whatever made the scars had to be something major. Something either like her or beyond natural. He didn't bother to cover up while he went to grab the bottle, though she did use her underwear to clean between her legs briefly, not really caring about them, and was sitting with her back against the headboard when he returned. "They usually are."