Scars
Istamírë sighed incredibly softly as he examined the scars on her back. They were faint—Estë had done a good job. The memories of how they had been inflicted had faded as well—still perfectly remembered, but no longer haunting. She could probably erase the scars if she wished to.
But did she want to? Part of her did—wanted to pretend it had never happened, that she had never made the mistake that had led to her capture.
But another part of her didn't want to. Didn't want to forget the price paid for loyalty. And they were also a reminder of what they were fighting for: to live free of the fear of what had almost happened to her.
Istamírë narrowed her eyes, and the scars solidified as part of her fána. Yes, she would keep them and one day when it was over, she would look back and remember all that had been lost—and all that had been won.
Yup, it's short. And now done!