She's embarrassed that her first reaction to him rolling up his sleeve is to shy away, actually draw back a couple steps and raise her arms halfway in front of her. A blush blossoms over her cheeks as she realizes what he's trying to do; it's not the usual shy flush she's seen many times before, but a deep, ashamed red. She drops the defensive stance, approaches him again to peer at the scars, wince a little as she see's how many there are.

Blythe pauses a moment, then raises the hem of her own blouse a little, revealing a slip of the pale skin of her hip before it disappears under her skirt. A sharp, faintly pink line stands out from the rest of her skin, and she looks up at him. After a moment of silence, she says quietly "It wasn't my parents. They-- they didn't believe that the guys at school would... you know."