Clarisse lifts a hand to her mouth and worries at her thumbnail as Gwen talks. It's another thing overlapping between them. Not exactly the same, but similar enough, like if you overlaid one's story over the other the significant points would match up.

Mothers giving up everything so their daughters can be claimed by their fathers. A girl being handed a weapon and using it to reshape herself.

"And... you did." She can't imagine anything else. Mostly because it's Gwen she's talking to.

A log in the bonfire pops. When the breeze settles, the heat from the flames is hot enough to feel like it's baking the skin on her arms and legs, but Clarisse kind of likes that. It feels like both a punishment and a challenge to see how long she can last.

"What happened then?"