I am not used to
this. I am not used to being...stared at, like that, for my body, not for my clothing or my "foreign" appearance. I am not used to wanting to retreat, to hide like a rabbit, rather than to confront and attack. I am not used to this. I do not like it.
*wraps up in a blanket and slouches down in a chair by the fire, trying to shake away the unfamiliar skin-crawling sensation and seeking sleep in the fiery embers*