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At Charlotte's question to why, Zylah's smirk simply grew. She didn't say anything, but rather nodded her head downwards towards her bust for just a moment, letting out the softest of laughs as she returned her gaze to Charlotte's eyes. While it was a subject that would leave most people a bit abashed, the white haired girl didn't seem to be even the slightest bit embarrassed. It would take much more to cause the girl to blush or show even the slightest sign of flustered nerves. While at times she could be as naive as a child, she certainly didn't act the part. Especially considering it was usually her causing other people to blush for some reason or another. At her bemused reaction to the clothing situation, Zylah simply shrugged. "Don't ask me why its considered appropriate to wear clothing more scandalous than your undergarments to the beach, but not in public. I've never been able to figure that one out." She said it with the same nonchalance that she had when she dismissed the funny name of the ball. Something she had tried to understand once but gave up long ago.

It was odd that her next statement might draw a small smile to her lips, but it was a reaction that could not be helped. While it might seem morbid, it was really much more innocent than that. It was just another thing she could relate to Charlotte with. While some of her scars, those on her arms, legs, or shoulders, lay open to the view of the public, the worse ones on her back and stomach, her left eye in its blind glory, those always remained hidden to the public. "I know... people are much too nosy." She stated softly, the empathy in her eyes growing stronger as she returned her gaze to the woman's eyes once more and let her finish dressing herself. At her compliment, that might be considered a bit of light flirting to some, Zylah simply blinked up at the scorpion. She almost seemed confused to hear the girl call her pretty, whether it was confusion at the thought itself or simply the fact that it had come from Charlotte was unknown. "Well, um... I'm not going with anyone. I haven't found a worthy partner to accompany me yet." She teased, smirking playfully at the girl. In all reality, the girl hadn't been asked by anyone yet, she just had to poke fun at everything. It wouldn't be Zylah if she strayed from such habits.

Her stumbling had brought them further apart, if only slightly in the cramped space, but just as quickly they were nearly face to face again as Charlotte positioned herself closer to help steady her. With her guards down and her brain running at a thousand miles an hour, she was left vulnerable. She felt her cheeks grow slightly hot as the faintest of blushes tinted the pale color. For several long moments all Zylah could do was stare at Charlotte. Her voice was lost to her, buried under layers of panic, fear, betrayal, and pain. Finally, after several moments of frantic heartbeats and ragged breaths, she managed a nod. It was but a slight tilt of her head, but it was something. "It took a lot of getting used to... but I worked around it the best I could. There's still a huge blind spot that makes me a bit vulnerable in battle though." Zylah had trained long and hard, doing her very best to learn to go about her daily tasks with her vision cut in half. She pent years training around the screwed depth perception and the whole in her version. She had come far, but there was only so much she could do. She couldn't change the fact her left eye was blind and denial wouldn't help her, but she also had to accept the fact she had a weakness. It was part of the reason she kept it covered but not with a patch. If people didn't know she was blind in that eye, they wouldn't know to target that side.

Her next set of questions caused her heart to give another panicked stutter in her chest. It was another reason she kept the eye hidden, form everyone, including her team. It was the same reason Charlotte covered her scars. It rose too many questions. Once again the silence seemed to ring loudly between them. Charlotte's fingers on her cheek caused the color in Zylah's face to deepen slightly, but they were successful in their intentions. Her fingers kept the silvery locks from covering the eye once more and brought a fair bit of comfort to the girl, though all the pain and betrayal was still swimming in her blue iris. "Charlotte... if... If I tell you this you can't tell anyone. Not even Luina or Aaron. Okay?" She started, voice soft and shaky which was entirely strange for the usually bubbly creature that was Zylah. "And... promise you won't abandon me... no matter how... shocking it is?" She was hesitant, fearful. She had seen the way she had reacted to Luina and she was afraid this might be an entirely worse situation. After all, Luina hadn't been involved in the pain of Charlotte's past, only her family. Zylah didn't have anyone else to blame her mistakes on. They were her own... and she was afraid Charlotte would hate her for them.

It was clear that the sneaky path wasn't going to work with Charlotte. The girl still seemed immensely confused and if Zylah was going to clarify the situation, she would have to be blunt. Laughing softly to herself, she met the girl's eyes. "The dress shows off your chest, Char. You bust is much larger than mine." Smirking at the faunus and awaiting her reaction, it was only then that she noticed something very familiar. Something she had been looking for now for weeks and something that certainly didn't fit Charlotte. It was much to s.all. honestly, Zylah wasn't sure if she should be annoyed that her teammate had decided to use her bra without her permission, really she couldn't help but be anything but amused. "Hey, that's mine!" She spoke through a giggle, pointing at the red and black lace bra that Charlotte had somehow managed to squeeze her boobs into. "And it doesn't even fit... I know where we're going next." It seemed breast size was not the only thing Chatlotte was confused about. She was still befuddled over the entire public indecency thing. "I think they would just assume you were either getting back from the beach or heading to the beach." Zylah explained with a shrug. Honestly none of it made any sense. That's just what she had picked up on over the years.

Charlotte was ready to poke fun right back at her, along with her teasing words came a much more literal meaning of the phrase. A poke right to her stomach. Zylah squirmed, biting down on her lower lip to fight back a squeal. The little huntress maybe not admit to it, but she was extremely ticklish. Working to compose herself, it wasn't long before the playful smirk returned to her lips. "I'm just not sure any of them would be able to handle a night full of shenanigans." She joked once more, despite the fact that no one had actually asked her yet. Not that she really minded. She was less concerned about a date and more concerned about how much trouble she could cause and just how much fun she could have. However, the topic once light and playful drifted once more to that of her eye. Charlotte's response was sincere, genuine. An almost-smile tugged on her lips for just a moment. It was always strange to have someone offer help or work to protect her. She was so used to doing it all on her own, just as she had been for years now. "That would be helpful." Already there had been a couple close calls in which the blindness in her left eye had nearly gotten her killed.

Even as Charlotte agreed to keep the words shared between them a secret, she still seemed hesitant. Her next comment normally would have warranted a laugh from the girl, but she was too far gone. She was lost in the memories of her past and restrained by the fear of sharing them. She was afraid of what Charlotte might think... of what she might do. She simply nodded, seeming to mull over her thoughts to find the right words and the best order to relay them in. However, she was completely taken aback by Charlotte's next question. Eyes widening slightly, her already pink cheeks turned crimson. "Mouth eating?" She questioned, her voice breathy in its shock. The tables had turned and the once cool jokester had turned into a bumbling mess. With all her shields shot down, she couldn't help it. "Char... I think you mean a kiss and that's... well that's normally done between two people who are... romantically involved." It wasn't the first time Zylah had to explain something like that to her and it likely wouldnt be the last. Zylah didn't mind, she was happy to help the girl learn the ways of the world. She just hooked she wasn't the one to have to explain to her about the birds and the bees if that talk ever came around.

Silence filled the small changing room once more. The girl had been momentarily flustered, but the fear and pain that had filled her eyes before was returning. It was hard to say how long she just stood there, silently counting the frantic beats of her heart. Long enough that she had probably unintentionally made Charlotte uncomfortable, long enough that anyone outside was probably wondering what exactly they were doing in here, long enough that her breath steadied, if only slightly. Fingers trembling slightly, she couldn't quite bring herself to look at Charlotte as she spoke, instead she focuses on a spot on the wall just behind her. It was all she could do to retain her composure. "My parents were anti-faunus activists in Atlas. They were never around, never paid much mind to me. What little memories I have of them are all the same... sad and lonely. When I was seven years old, a group of faunus working for faunus rights and trying to work against my parents took me from my bed in the middle of the night.... I-I... they wanted to use me as ransom. They threatened my parents that if they didn't stop... they would kill me. Little did they know that my parents wouldn't care." A short, bitter laugh left her lips at the end of the comment. The sound was spiteful, almost melancholy.

The silence was shorter this time. It had been so hard to get the words out initially, but now the floodgates were open and she couldn't have held them in if she wanted to. It was something she had never spoke of outloud and she had never realized how much she needed to. "They faked my death, sent the. The footage, hoping it would persuade them to stop in their grief... but like I said. They didn't care. I spent the next five years of my life locked in a cage in their camp, submitted to various ways of torture and torment. It was here that I discovered my semblance." At first she had tried to use it to fight back, to try and escape, but they broke her and then it simply became away to numb the pain. An addictive drug when there was no other way out. "There was a faunus boy just a couple years older than me that started visiting. He would sneak inside and sit outside my cage as soon as night fell. Sometimes we would talk, sometimes we would just sit in silence... fingers brushing through the metal bars. It was nice to not feel alone, for once." As the story went on, her voice that had once been full of a bitter hate was changing, becoming full of emotion and pain. Still she couldn't look at Charlotte, but her expression had gone blank. It was almost like she was watching the science she described play out on the wall behind her, as if there was a projector. Really, she was. She could see it all so vividly, but it was happening within her own mind. Memories she had fought for years to keep at bay finally had free reign.

"It was him that took my sight." She explained after a moment, voice softer and subdued, riddled with the pain of betrayal. "When his parents discovered that he had grown to care for me... they made him do it. I thought he would fight back... but... h-he didn't even hesitate. Not until it was too late. He was suppose to steal both eyes... once he realized what he had done... he broke down... he couldn't do the second, but it was too late. What was done, was done. I never saw him again... and I didn't want to." That wasn't completely honest. A part of her had hoped that he would come back to apologize, but she convinced herself that was just the weakness talking. She had let him in and he had betrayed her. Just like everyone had. Just like everyone would. So she closed her heart off from the world. "I escaped in the fall of Atlas... and... well... no you know..." The way her voice trailed off, the way the story came to such a sudden end, it all hinted that there was so much more to be told... and there was, but Zylah wasn't ready to go into her relations with the tribe yet. The wounds Luina had caused Charlotte were still to fresh. She might send the girl over the edge and lose her forever.