Over the course 8 months, Ada couldn't help but notice that you never seemed to be comfortable with revealing even a small bit of skin. Not that she minded—she wasn't a pervert—but there was more to it. You wouldn't wear anything even slightly tighter than baggy. You constantly adjusted your clothing. You'd glance at yourself in the mirror for longer than usual.

Furthermore, you were almost scared of any type of intimacy with her. You didn't want to shower with her, change in front of her, you didn't even feel comfortable with eating in front of her. It was as if you felt unease just by existing. It was worrying.

She wasn't rude, but she wasn't oblivious to your obvious behaviors and habits. It worried her more than anything, and she needed to do something about this. She didn't want her sweet girl thinking anything bad of herself.

She's laying next to you before she turns her head to look at you. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" It was true, but it was also a test. You didn't seem to fully believe her words, slowly confirming her suspicions. She didn't want you to bullshit her either, she'd read through every bit of it.