Bruises. One of her eyes was swollen and black. She had marks on her neck, leading towards her shoulder. They looked like they were made by spells. The signs of Dittany on the marks were noticeable as well. At least she was treating it. Not that it did anything for the anger that filled me. There was probably more, but the look in her eyes stopped me from inquiring. The conviction in her eyes told me she didn’t want me to go farther, more to calm me down. But the slight fear in her eyes just made it worse.