Hand on her arm, Ellie comes up by his side, going still as her eyes sweep over the prints. Though she only has some vague idea about what she's looking at for most of it, it's weird seeing her bones, tracing old injuries.

It only shows her bones, but it's weird seeing the evidence of how many ribs she's broken. Though they are healed by now, her ribcage show the specific scarring pattern of abuse, and even Ellie can spot it.

What draws her eye is the bite. It's not just imagination. The area around the bite is darker, and it extended up into her shoulder, across her chest, up her neck to her skull. Next to the others, it doesn't look right.

"... oh, fuck," she whispers, her heart dropping. It's definitely not her imagination. Something is in there.