[He is marred, that was clear well before he rose to his feet-- but she sees the contempt in his eyes as he studies himself in her armor. For all her battles and the injuries sustained throughout, it's a feeling she understands well. Her voice isn't soft (never soft) and yet the viciousness so generally employed by the captain is nowhere to found when she finally speaks, keeping him held upright with the strength of her forearm alone.] They are what make you - never forget where your enemies failed to extinguish your life.

[And then she adds, curtly:] One month, subtracting the span of a few days.