Winter: What? *she backed away a little*

Winter: It isn't your problem.. (She has a stitched eye and every once in awhile the stitch will pop loose and bleed)

Winter: What?

Winter: Yeah, I'm okay. Why?

Winter: It isn't your problem..

(Ah) Winter: ...I can't..

Winter: I just CAN'T, okay? (Her eye has stitches and every once in a while the eye bleeds and she has to wear a bandage, but her "master" orders her to never reveal why she wears it)

... It's her backstory, I'm drawing him right now, that's why you don't know about her master)) Winter: *she put her hands in the pockets of her skirt*

Winter: ... *she laid on the ground, tired*

Winter: ..? *she looked at Ireland, smiled a little, and stayed there*

Winter: ..? *she looked confused* (Oki

Winter: ?

Winter: Oh, i-it's nothing.

Winter: What?

Winter: ..?

Winter: ... Why are you showing me this..?

Winter: Okay..? Go eat if you're hungry.

Winter: Oh..