A large scar ran up her torso, starting at just above her right breast and snaking down the valley of her stomach, finally coming to a stop at her left hip. It was a hideous line of knotted flesh, clumped into a healed welt of what was once a terrible and awful injury. The flesh itself was pale in comparison to her otherwise fair complexion, a ghastly white, and it wasn't until he felt her slide away from him that he realized he had made her uncomfortable. Perhaps self conscious.