Gonna Make You Popular

Peter endured the near overwhelming amount of work being done on his face, powders and concealers and all manner of other things he didn't really get the chance to look at with how often his eyes were squinted closed. Just as he was reaching the end of his rope, the fey woman pulled away and proclaimed him done. Really, he didn't need to be tugged towards the pool. The makeup on his face feltfelt heavy, and he was a little excited to see the changes made. What he saw in the reflection was even more than he'd expected though. Peter was not a vain person, but the reflection he saw looked... nice. He might even say attractive. Trembling fingers reached up to touch his face, brush over the places he knew there should be scars. He had never seen himself without them. His fingers moved up, brushing through the length of hair he'd been left with, tugging at it until he decided he really did like the length. Turning to Jiao, Peter struggled for a moment, his jaw working but the words not coming to him. Finally, he just nodded, and pulled at his hair again. "It's... it's good, I like it." The words alone would have been underwhelming, but it was the tremble of that little bit more behind his voice that really made them sincere. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.