"I thought she would too" Marta said softly as she quickly grabbed the dress and stepped into it, zipping it up the side. Once she was sure she was fully covered, she stood there awkwardly for a second. What was she suppose to do now? She figured Ezra would want her to leave so he could finish getting dressed, but Marta seemed frozen in place. She saw how quickly Ezra was to cover his scars. Marta wished she could let him now it didn't bother her, at least not in the way he thought. She knew they were placed on his body unwillingly, and how much of a painful reminder they are to him. She wished there was a way to take them away, but she can't, so the next best thing is to try and show him that it didn't bother her.

Taking a risk, Marta quietly walked over to Ezra, stepping around him so she was facing him. She reached up and grabbed the hand that was covering his eyes and smiled gently at him. She then stepped closer, letting him keep his hand on the scar, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him tightly for a moment, not wanting to upset, and pulled back. When she pulled back, she made sure to look him straight in the eyes so he knew she wasn't looking at the scar. Marta hoped ignoring the scars would go over better than drawing attention to them.

"Hurry up. I want to try my cookies" she said, a goofy grin on her face. She then stepped away and turned and left the room. She walked into the living room, Ezra's parents still talking in the kitchen. She didn't want to intrude, so she just looked around.

In all the chaos last night, and keeping Ezra calm, Marta didn't get to do what she likes to do in new place. Explore. Looking around the small room she took it all in. There was the couch that she held Ezra in last night, a small fire place in the center with some framed photos on the mantel. Off the side of the fireplace there was pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. Marta couldn't help but frown, that must be where Ezra slept. Then she looked over to the far left corner and saw for the first time, a small upright piano, which looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. There were some baskets on top holding random knickknacks. Marta is always drawn to a piano. 

She walked over, and pulled the bench out. She ran her hands over the cover, a thin layer of dust on it. This piano was very small to the grand piano she had in her house. But it didn't matter its size, a piano is a magical thing. She lifted the cover, which squeaked a little, and the ivory keys appeared before her. She smiled, placing her hands on the keys, but didn't play. She didn't want to be rude, so for now, she just enjoyed being near the thing that has been so important to her her entire life.