Oh, they do, [Sina says, nodding quickly,] just not me. I'm not very good with pain.

[Smiling sheepishly, she tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear and leans in to better see the tattoos, listening quietly as Araceli explains, and inspecting each as one would look at drawings in an art gallery.]

They're beautiful, [she says softly,] I'm glad you have them. [Still sitting up, she takes her weight off one hand to gently brush her friend's hair from her face, smiling fondly.] They make me love you more.