"It's silly, but something about your face...reminds me of home, a little bit."
If she were anyone else, it might sound like flirting: she's not trying to, really, instead thinking of a battered toy that had clunked down the stairs with her and had faced quite a few repairs (the seams and mendmarks not so dissimilar from her companion's scars).
Then again, she herself had come back from said incident matching with that little treasure; her own facial scar is the most obvious of the survival markers, but underneath her hair are the marks where her skull had briefly cracked, and a line along the back of her neck (the whole wardrobe's a veil, really).
"Something I treasure very much was mended in the same way as it seems you or I were taken care of."
@selfembodiment
