"That is horrible," Nazneen said, horrified by the stories he told her.
He had to steal whether it was food or clothes. Sometimes he would go days without eating and outside in the cold winter or rainy autumn. The people that treated him cruelly were adults, which made her angry. The scars that didn't heal were from his childhood, which explained why. Magic could not heal old scars.
Ares told her about it casually. "Well, it is the reality of many." He said simply, putting his arm between his head and the pillow.
Nazneen felt sad, but she was also warm inside. Sharing a bed just to have a conversation was something she had never done before and she found comfort in it.
She reached to touch the scar on his eyesbrow. He closed his eyes as she traced it with her fingers, brushing over his eye to where the scar continued underneath it. So this scar was old as well? He got it when he was a child.
