"Before everything happened, yes. But there's much more to make someone attractive than their physical appearance. To be perfectly frank, Hashirama himself was fairly normal in appearance, but it was his soul and personality that made him attractive." She will be the first person to admit to that, even if some might disagree with her. "I much prefer what someone has on the inside." Even if she's pretty sure mostly would consider her physically attractive, that's not the point in this.

Scars prove a life well lived, a battle well fought and won, or at least survived. The fact anyone gets out without any scars will forever boggle her mind. He wouldn't be the first she's seen with scars.

Quietly she takes the cup, lightly swirling it in her hand as she thinks over it. That night, the day after, it had been a lot for all of them.

"I had to. I was the only one that was really there when it happened, I had to be, to seal the nine-tails to stop the destruction, to stop what had been done. It... took quite a bit in doing it as, despite our world, Hashirama always wanted to avoid taking someone's life unless it was necessary. I had to tell him, time and time again, that it was necessary. That it was unavoidable." She takes a sip of her drink, letting the burn in her throat ground her somewhat. "On top of the attempted quarreling of the demon threatening to destroy me and escape, despite being unable to do so. I still have parts of the seal still on me, even if the proper bit of the seal has long since disappeared."