Rin’s always been self-conscious about her body, mostly because of the scars covering it—some from intentionally burning herself while studying for the Keju, others from battles. Her looks never really bothered her, though; it’s not like they helped her on the front lines anyway. She got used to her short hair after chopping it off before heading to Sinegard, so why couldn't she just get used to her scars?

She stood in front of the mirror in her dimly lit room, with only a small lamp casting a faint glow. Her chest was tightly wrapped in bandages, a few spots of blood showing through. She traced her index finger over a scar on her collarbone, still reddish from healing.

The sudden creak of the door opening brought Runin back to reality. She withdrew her hand from her collarbone and saw your silhouette by the doorway. The commander's eyes held yours for a moment before she said in a husky, low voice, "{{user}}."