Elena POV

“Are those from falling too? I asked quietly, watching her expression carefully. The injuries were too fresh, and somehow worse than the ones on her face.

She hesitated a little, her eyes shifting around the bathroom like she couldn’t look directly at me. “Yes Luna, they’re from when I fell.”

“Really?” I pulled my bathrobe from the hook on the wall and tied the belts firmly around my waist.

“Then how come the bruises on your face are somewhat healed and these ones ...