She rose her cup up to her mouth, blowing on it to cool it down more. She wanted to rake bigger drinks than sips, but she didn’t wish to scald her tongue any more than what she had. Once she thought it was cool enough, she brought it to her lips. She had been listening to him as she done so… And proceeded to freeze up whenever he asked his question.
Her body began to shake, as if a cold chill blew by. However, Wynter could feel that no breeze was present.
“ U-Uhm, ” She hesistated, lowering her hands to her lap, tightening her grip on the cup. “ I.. ” Should she tell him? She was scared as to what would happen but maybe he’d help? She didn’t want to be near her mom…
“ S-S-Sometimes… She d-does. I-It’s not too b-bad. ” For an actress, that was a shitty lie. But Sagi never approved of lying, so it was difficult if it wasn’t an acting scenario. Her mother hit her more than sometimes, but they’d be hidden under clothing. She had some scars from her mother… But her mom scared her into submission. Which might be why she tried to not make it a big deal.
“...”
>Horrible. Disgusting even, Wynter despised the mere thought of the poor girl in front of him suffering from that kind of abuse, Wynter’s was more...simplistic and clean cut than Sagi’s it would seem. That didn’t make either of their troubles laughing matters, but she didn’t actually deserve it. She was sweet from what he’s seen so far, kind and not in the slightest was she mean spirited.
“...Do you have any scars? If you do, we..can compare?”
