She finds herself smiling, that gradual shift in expression occurring almost by natural reflex as he shares those memories with her - only to have it falter slightly as she watches the cane in his hands shift into something that looks like it could do a little more damage.

Her fingertips trace the initials, the twin D's embroidered into the fabric. It's a lot to take in, certainly, but not overwhelmingly so.

"No, nothing like that," is her promise as she gently sets the box to one side, rising and moving to stand in front of him. Her hand finds a scar she'd been pointed to only moments before.

"But you didn't get these hiding behind a book."