She was sitting in the hammock, a pillow pressed to her face, her black hair still damp from the shower.
She was hugging the pillow to herself, but she laughed, shaking her head in embarrassment. "I look... so bad. Isn't that so stupid, and vain? But I do. I look terrible."
His frown deepened and he rested his hand very gently on her. "You don't look terrible, O. You just got hurt. Same as me. It's okay."
She rolled her eyes, turning to look at him playfully. "You also got hurt, Abel, but... I mean, look at you. You're so beautiful."
She seemed to realize what she said and flushed too, covering her face with her pillow. "I didn't mean... ugh. This is unfair."