The body beneath was what one might expect. Edelgard was pale, she was fit, and she had her scars. The signs of her life as a warrior, as much as the signs of her childhood as an experiment. With her body bared save for the thick cloth wrapping her breasts, she allowed herself a small nod. She was resolved now, she would see this through.

She couldn't, wouldn't, disappoint Corrin. Not knowing how much the blonde wanted her.

"It's not so bad here," she said simply, her thumb finding and brushing against one nipple.

"My back is worse. But...this doesn't...it's okay, yes?"

A note of uncertainty slipped in at that final phrase. Was she too scarred for Corrin? Or...was this okay?