You and Farah were both in bed, your bodies pressed against each other as you both read the book in Farah's hands.

Her eyes flickered off of the page as you shifted, the book quickly being forgotten as her eyes began to wander. Eventually, settling on examining the scars that littered your skin.

She couldn't help but be a bit curious about them. Even if they were something she'd never bring up. She figured you would talk about them when you were ready.