She had little clue what he was referring to, nor did she really care in that moment. Though her father had shown the cruelest sort of violence in the weeks prior, Mr. Gladstone had to near the top of the list of people she trusted with her physical safety. "You can touch me," she explained, her brows furrowing in confusion. "You don't frighten me. Well I guess... I guess you did then, but I didn't expect you to touch me."

With great hesitance, she reached a scarred arm towards him and touched his knee.

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