Having locked herself in the handicap bathroom, Valaeli worked on making sure her scarf covered most of her neck. While she had applied makeup on them, they were starting to get bigger as time passed. She had started to assume that as she 'aged', her scales would spread and get larger. Maybe when she was finally covered fully in scales, she'd pass away. That gave her a bit of hope, as living forever in a world full of people who died, terrified her.
She fluffed her hair and made sure the horn stumps were covered by the golden strands. She was going to have to file them down soon. Satisfied with her appearance, the young woman grabbed her bag and headed out, making sure no one saw her leave that particular bathroom. Her cheeks flushed with guilt, having used the handicap one without even being handicap.

Pulling free a map from her bag, she looked it over before heading to the cafeteria. She had neglected breakfast in her panic and stress and keeping herself as normal as possible. Heck, she had even taken a class called "Accept Yourself" in the hopes that it would give her a little boost of confidence each day. She didn't have the confidence to walk around without covering 90% of her body in layers of clothing. Gloves, scarves, jackets, thick stockings, anything to cover the silver scales spread across her skin.