She looked up at him, a hand traveling discreetly across her back under her shirt as her fingers brushed the scars she learned to hate. "I'm not."
He cocked his head, trying to understand. "I'm sorry," he said eventually. "I shouldn't have pushed."
She didn't look at him, keeping her eyes down. "It's not your fault. It's my fault. I'm sorry. It's my fault."
She looked up at him, obviously reassured by his words. Once she calmed, she leaned into him, shutting her eyes momentarily.
She smiled, pulling away from his for a moment to stretch. "I will bet you one kiss that you can't give me the best hug ever."