"It's not that bad," Meredith murmurs, glancing down without quite looking at herself. She's usually so comfortable in her own skin, so confident in at least this one area of her life, and that only makes this awareness of the marks that little bit more unsettling. She believes what she said, though. This is just what little is left of the worst of the bruises. Cautious again more out of self-consciousness than self-concern, she leans forward to kiss him, one hand behind her, one at his neck.