He told me he was proud of me. He told me that, in the rebellion, he didn’t know what to do, at first; that he didn’t know how to lead. He followe... his mother, and then Loghain ... anyone who would take the responsibility from him. But when he had no choice, he learned he could lead if he had to, that eventually he even enjoyed parts of it. He told me to trust myself, and to stand up and take responsibility, unless I wanted to live a life of regrets because I allowed someone else to make my. .." Uh huh?" Get your clothes off and make love to me? Please?" There was a desperate appeal in her eyes.I undressed."I'm afraid we'll have to swap sides," I said. "I don't want to lay on my right side — it stings."She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under her neck and drew. " She shrugged. "Whatever works."She also does it... I think, because she feels like she's screwed up, but nobody else sees. So... She screws herself up." This about the girl who disguised her scars with makeup?" Stasya asked. "That doesn't make sense."Arie frowned. "I know it doesn't make sense, nothing about that girl makes sense. But I think that's why she does it."The young man nodded. "Okay. Okay. Is there... Is there any way I can help?"Arie looked at him silently for a moment."I... Don't. No distractions like yesterday. She’d probably also need to find someone to study with tomorrow, since there was no way to be sure about where her memories would be in one more day.She reviewed the first five problems a few times until she was pretty sure she understood what she was doing, and then she set to work on the unfinished problems. She had to watch a few tutorials on Youtube, but she was slowly able to see what she needed to do. At least in theory. She got several wrong answers.