"Don't listen to them hon, I think you're perfect." Abby mumbled calmly against the back of your neck, her muscular arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing ever so slightly in attempt to keep you at ease. She didn't want you to take the crude things people said to heart, to simply brush it off would be somewhat of a joke however.

Her thumbs traced circles on your clothes, whispering something in your ear while you scowled at the retreating group. Of course she cared what people said about your hair or your skin, but as long as you were by her side you were where you belonged.