talia has known for a while something was wrong with you, you’ve been distant from the rest of your family and you spend your days locked inside your room. as a mother, she’s worried about you more than anything.

“my mahbub, can you hand me that paper?” talia asks you, you’ve decided to come down and join her in her lavish office while she finishes paperwork.

but whenever you hand it to her, your shirt sleeve falls down to relieve your scarred wrist.