[Rei lets go and sits back on her heels, pulling up her yukata with a shrug of her shoulders. A trick she’d learned as a child, and one that seemed handy now. Her hands, though, go back to Fenimore’s and squeeze softly.]

You survived, Fenimore. There’s strength in that. At least, that’s how I see it. And I am so, so sorry that you had to suffer through that. But you’re here, right here with me. Someone who loves you very much.

[Again she leans down to peer up at Fenimore, an almost birdlike gesture that she hopes might placate her girlfriend even more. She can see the tension, and the shaking is starting to worry her. She's not really sure how she can stop her from crying, but she desperately wants that not to happen. Tonight was supposed to be a happy time, a time for them to share together. With or without the physical element. That was all forgotten, her cheeks no longer burning, the lust long sense faded away.]

And I’m telling you now that your scars aren’t ugly. They’re a part of you. A beautiful, amazing girl that I’m very much in love with. Believe me, even if you grew a second head I’d still think you were beautiful. And you never, ever need to worry about that changing.