Esme knew he could clearly see the horror packed behind the walls of her brown hues, buried deep behind with the rest of it all. Her face was etched in blood as it had dried against her soft skin. She could taste a hint of metallic from her lips as her teeth sunk down into them, trying to calm her racing pulse. There was a faint cut that rested upon her left cheek, shaped in a zig-zag as if he had carved his wand into her skin when she was unconscious.