She watched doubtingly, gaze soft as she firmly pulled the towel and dabbed at it herself.
"…If that’s what happened, then I’ll listen to what you want me to believe. But for the record, I’m not sure you’re being honest, and you should talk with someone you trust."
She gently pulled a band-aid out from the little kit to place on the cut through her brow in place of anything more drastic.
She flinched as the other clearly saw through her facade- shit, shit. But as she listened more carefully to the words being spoken, she realized that everything could totally be alright.
Her eyes drifted upwards as the tiny band-aid was pressed against her forehead. This stranger was kind and patient... A nice change from who she usually had to deal with.
"Ah... Thanks... I will." she answered, but that too was a lie. There was no one who knew about her demon, so there was no one to talk to. She supposed she could call Ema or even Rivaille, but... It was something she'd rather not deal with.
