"I’m not quite sure how you missed it, but I’m covered in scars." Her eyes automatically scanned his exposed chest. His torso was littered with scars. There were several fresh scars from his recent entanglement with a cursed door, but the ones that slashed across his body in faint almost iridescent lines were the ones that drew her attention. Her hand had started to come up to touch one of the ones near his heart before she realized what she was doing and returned it to her side. But it was too late, he’d noticed. She needed to pivot the conversation back to where she was comfortable, with logical sarcasm. 