He looked at her hand on his shoulder, then up at her, and didn’t smile at all. “Why were you never scared of me?” “You just never seemed all that scary. Always found your eye sort of pretty. Shiny.” Rikke patted his scarred cheek. “You always just seemed… lost. Like you lost yourself and didn’t know where to look.” She put her hand on his chest. “But you’re in there, still. You’re in there.”
