Derrix looked over at her burns and his eyes flickered like candles behind his helmet’s visor, “whether or not you think you need to hide expressions from me is up to you, either way, I won’t judge.”

	“As for physical scars,” he said plainly, as if he had thought it over many times, “I like to think everyone has them, to the point there isn’t much use in hiding them.” He paused for a moment and shook his head, “you know what I mean.”