he eyes the girl curiously, as he always does. what a strange little creature she is. so afraid, even if she doesn't realize it. or at least, realize how obvious it is. "you're frowning," audenin explains softly, "and your shoulders are slumped. that usually means someone is upset." he realizes, now, that some of the smudges on her face are not bruises like he'd thought, but ink or charcoal or something.
but certainly not all of them. "who took it from you?" audenin says with his own frown. she would be an easy target, wouldn't she? he taps the skin under his own eye, knowing better than to touch the girl. "was it the same person who did this to you?"