I'm fine, it doesn't hurt. [Not really, but she doesn't plan on telling Clover or anyone that. Her eye—eye socket, whatever—constantly feels sore. She thinks she's gotten used to it though. That, or pain killers are a miracle of a drug. It doesn't really matter to her.] As for how, I don't really have an answer. It was just there one day, that's it.

[That's also far from the truth. Again though, is there really any point in worrying Clover any more than necessary? No, there isn't. She looks over at Jasmine though, wondering why she even came when she had to know this would be inevitable. The door's right there if she really doesn't want to be here.]

I knew that already.