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"I know not, what problem you have with the Church but, please don't judge me on the actions of the others of my faith. I'm here to help you, now let me see your wounds. I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't."

Taking a quick glance at the priest, Johanne exhaled, turning away from the man. She didn't want to come off as rude, so she put the past aside...just for the moment. "I thank you for your kindness, sir."

Flashing her wounds, she revealed her back; bleeding and infected. Old scars from beatings, her body red and worn. Seemingly malnourished; thin and frail. As if she was about to break.

Johanne gained a bit of color in her face. Not from being partly naked in front of what could be said as a stranger, she didn't give a damn about that;but exposing her back. The only thing that proved she was beaten.

"N-now sir, please don't make any assumptions. I've been through worse." Johanne said between pressed lips. She felt as if he was judging her. But who was she to say? She judged him. Harshly. She knew she did. Johanne felt guilt. About the blood, about being rude. This priest was unbelievably kind, opening his bed to her when she knew she was weak.

Flipping her short, boy-like hair, she began to shake a bit.