"You don't like that I drink, I feel like I have to justify it. And to be fair, I was mostly explaining the...cake massacre you accidentally bore witness to."

She shook her head and sighed, shoving down the unfortunate well of emotions that had sprung up. And then she surprised herself with a sudden small laugh. Scar had officially seen her at her most private and vulnerable. And in exchange had shared some small secret part of himself, and it was inappropriate cake consumption and princess stories.

This was their intimacy. She covered her mouth and leaned her head into Scar's chest, shoulders shaking as her wild rush of guilt and embarrassment and shock gave way to hysteria.

"I'm not laughing at you," she managed.