A frown graced Seferia’s face at Rizon’s speech. In reply, she lifted her hand up before she pointed at the long jagged scars that started at her mouth, past her eyeridges, down her throat and chest, and ended all of the way down on her bad leg. As she pointed out these scars, she gave Rizon a dead-pan look.
“If you loose your foot tomorrow, you find new ways to make yourself strong. I have been taken down in severe ways; however, I refuse to make myself an invalid.”