Staring back into the hollow where his eyes had once been, Aelith showed no small sign of being perturbed. In fact, if anything, she observed the hole in interest. It was a wonder to be able to see a human's face without the eye, for eyes hid the hollow there well that they normally resided within,a nd without so much as an inquiry if it were alright, she gently touched the bottom half of the recess, just slightly above his cheek.
"It makes this side of your face appear more like a skull." She commented, but the way her tone inferred it, again, she was hardly deterred by it as her fingers gently slid along it before she removed her hand and looked up at him. And her eyes continued to look, studying the way the scar had, over time, turned his flesh much whiter in pieces with a few pink puckered sections that bubbled out into the rest of his chapped skin. Though as she took it in, she was contemplating the story behind it before gesturing wth her hand across the way the shrapnel would have traveled before tilting her head curiously the other way.
"It seems it's been a while it was gone," she commented, knowing he had already said this but saying it none the less. "And yet there's no technology here for them to offer you a spare eye?" It seemed strange. Surely her own master could have thought of something. But then again, it seemed this world was a lot more primitive than her own. Though it did make her wonder...
had Cinta ever caused her to lose an eye... would he have been able to replace it?
