Ruined

The other woman glanced back at her and then turned away quickly, though Zee could still see the injuries upon her lovely face before it was hidden once more. She insisted she was fine, though her sad posturing said otherwise and the blue-tinted woman shook her head in rejection of the false words. "Your face. You're not fine." Concern furrowed her brow and she tsk'd sadly at the other. "If you prefer to speak with him, I can drag Sirius from his den instead. I'm sure he'd be happy to be relieved of his bed rest." She gave Io a gentle smile at her attempted infusion of humor, moving to nudge her shoulder with her nose. There was something missing in the way the Ambassador held herself, a lack of confidence that Zee understood well. It didn't appear the injury was serious, though she herself knew if her face was marred in such a way that Zee might act like she was dying, too. She waited patiently, her soft yet unrelenting gaze willing the other woman to speak.