Val turned herself sleepily, feeling herself awaken slowly. Her head hurt a slight bit, but nothing else felt sore. She rolled over. She hummed under her breath, pushing herself to sit up. She blinked seeing the dim light from the other side of the room streaming from a hole through the window. She found the light had not bothered her eyes much more. She looked around the room, seeing no one else there. She pushed the thin blanket covering her off, looking down at herself. Her pants now barely came to her knees, her sleeves came up to her elbows. The two barely aligned with each other now at her hips. She felt her hair, feeling the thick waves tumble over her shoulders and down her back. She looked over her hands and forearms, disappointed to see the burn scars remained. She looked down at her bare legs and feet, seeing the skin there was still smooth, soft, and unblemished.
She was reaching behind her back when she heard someone at the door. She stood up, setting herself up in a position to fight if necessary. She relaxed when she saw Nail entered the room, a cup and a plate of food with him. He looked tense and tight. "You started to stir. I figured you would wake up soon and be hungry, according to your memories," he said, stepping over to her and setting the food and drink down next to her on the ground. "Dende said you have eaten this before."
She watched him step away, feeling her stomach start to growl to respond for her. "Yes, thank you," she said softly. She sat herself back down on the futon to eat. She felt his eyes watching her as she ate, making her look up at him in question. It was different from how the other brothers had watched her. He looked short tempered. "What is it?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing," he responded shortly.
"How long was I asleep for?" she asked, taking bigger bites than she knew she should for modesty sake, but feeling too hungry in the moment to care.
"Just after six hours," he answered. "The others two are asleep now," he explained.
She nodded, finishing up the food on the plate and the odd sort of flavored tea in the cup. She down at the tea dregs, wondering at the floral like taste of it. It was edible at least. She leaned back, hand on her stomach, liking that she was feeling fuller now. She brought her hand up to the back of her neck, weird not to feel the corded necklace there anymore. She reached her hand further down her back, trying to figure out if any scars remained there as well. She brought the hand from her collar, reaching back around to the bottom of her shirt. She was still not quite sure if she could feel anything or not, but felt desperate to know.
"What are you doing?" he asked her, sounding curious.
"Checking to see if there are any scars," she explained.
"Like the ones from your hands and arms?" he asked, sounding gruff.
She nodded, rising up. She felt a little dizzy to be so tall now, even if she was still shorter than he was. She flicked her hair over both of her shoulders. "I have to know... Can you check...?" she asked, stepping closer over to him. She unsure how awkward it would be. If he refused, she could possibly ask Dende.
He stood up a little straighter, back rail rod straight. He nodded down at her. She turned around and pulled her shirt up to expose her back up to her shoulders to him. She felt his fingers go along her back, tracing three spots. It made her felt hot, yet shivery. "Just three lined scars, from when you were whipped," he told her.
She felt him pull his hand away. She dropped her hold on her shirt, bringing her hands over her mouth and nose, drawing a deep breath. "I hate him," she breathed out.
"From your memories, he was evil," he responded.
She turned, leaning against him. He huffed when she did that, but did not move away. She looked up at him, unsure what prompted her, but she leaned closer still. He turned his head down to look at her. She rose up on her tiptoes, hand coming to his neck. She kissed him clumsily, thinking about it only a second before doing it. Better him than Frieza, or one of his men, or anyone he could sell her off to.
He kissed her back and then pulled away just as suddenly. He hissed under his breath and stepped away from her, looking flustered. She reached her hand over to him, but he dodged it. Without looking at her, he picked up her cup and plate. She watched as he stepped his way out of the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.