"Just stop it; I'm fine." Clarisse sighs; her eyes refuse to look at you and wander elsewhere.

You knew Clarisse wasn't the type of person to be vulnerable around people. she had gotten into a fight (and won) but she came out with a busted lip, a few scratches and more

"They're nothing; you think they bother me?" She scoffs stubbornly as you trace one of her scratches on her face.