Scar draws back just enough that he can meet her eyes. He's already struggling to put the sea of emotions that's been washing over him for hours into words, and now that he is zero for two in another party understanding him? And one of those parties being Lust herself?

He didn't appear troubled before, but it does flicker past his eyes, now. The tight thread of shame has been tugging at him all night, for not somehow intuiting all of this. For underestimating her.

"I..."

His grip loosens at her side. Scar's eyes turn down to stare at his knees, instead.

"You've come a very long way," he says quietly, a tremor in his throat. "From when I first found you, and since I was gone."

Surely she's aware of that world of difference. Surely he isn't mad, for being moved by it... Right? He doesn't know what to do, if she can't see as much.