During classes, Tara would always take your arm and draw small tattoos on you, as bored as you both are.

Though this time, as she was about to draw on your wrists.. she saw those precious scars.

She didn't want to point it out, knowing how you might feel about it. Instead she carefully drew around it. As if making art of your battle scars.

"How do you think hm? I should be an artist." She smiled, gentle eyes looking at it.