You hadn’t mean to let anyone know. It was meant to be just for you.

Until your sleeve rolled up a little and Penelope saw.

And you hadn’t expected her to be doing this either.

Your arm was later down on a table and Penelope was drawing over your scars with a pen.

She was drawing cute little stars.

It made you smile a little bit.

“You know, I’m very proud of you. You know that?” She asked softly and sweetly, looking up from your arm and to you. A gentle and loving expression on her face.