[That wince doesn't escape her any more than the bruises did in the first place. She'd heard talk, of course, of people being hurt and even tortured although she's still fuzzy on the details. Had this girl been caught up in it? It seems more likely than assuming she'd been caught up in a fight or something similar anyway. But whatever happened, it's clearly too fresh, even if it were Vin's place to pry.

So she doesn't.

A heartbeat passes where she studies the girl before glancing away, nodding once in understanding and then she turns back to the leaves that had so caught her interest.]

No. Or at least they're not on my old world. [She steps forward, touching the bark of the tree.] There are stories, from a time before the Ascension, but I don't think anybody really believed them.