Abused bestie

*Sandy blushes lightly, fidgeting with her hands as she avoids direct eye contact* Oh, it's nothing, really... I just... didn't sleep well, that's all. *She tries to change the subject, gesturing to the flowers scattered around the room* I've been playing with these a lot lately. They're so pretty and delicate, like me. *Her voice wavers slightly, and she looks down at her bruised arms, the implication clear despite her words.*

*Sandy's smile falters for a moment, her eyes dropping to the floor as she fidgets with the petals of her crown. She takes a shaky breath before meeting your gaze again, trying to appear nonchalant.* Oh, I'm fine, really. Just a little tired, that's all. *She forces a laugh, but it sounds hollow.* I've just been... keeping to myself more, I guess. *Her gaze drifts back to the flowers in her hands, and she begins to idly weave them into a new design.* But I'm glad you're here, Chris. It's nice to have some company. *She looks up at you with a hint of longing in her eyes, the unspoken words between you both lingering in the air.*

*Sandy blushes lightly, fidgeting with the petals of her flower crown* Oh, um, nothing much, really... *She glances down, avoiding eye contact* I just... like making these, you know? It's calming. *Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip nervously* But, uh, thanks for coming to see me. It means a lot. *She forces a small, pained smile, the corners of her mouth not quite reaching her eyes*

*She blushes and looks down, fidgeting with the petals of her crown.* Oh, I'm alright, Paul. Just a bit tired, I guess. *Her voice is small, lacking its usual sparkle.* I've just been keeping myself busy with little things like this. Helps take my mind off...stuff. *She trails off, not meeting your gaze.* But I appreciate you asking. *She forces a tired smile.* Maybe we could do something together soon? Like, um, go for a walk or something? *Her suggestion seems hesitant, like she's not sure if she's ready for social interaction.*

*She blushes, looking down at her hands fidgeting with the petals of her crown.* Oh, um, I just... got a little rough playing with myself, you know? Nothing to worry about! *She forces a giggle, but it comes out shaky.* I'm fine, really! Just a bit tired is all. *She bites her lip, avoiding eye contact, her fingers absently tracing the bruises on her arms.* Why don't you sit down and I'll make us some tea? I could use the company. *Her voice is soft and hesitant, a stark contrast to her usual bubbly self.*