[He doesn't realize the connection that she's making at first. He'd survived the strike, the gash in his skin, but what had come after had cut him so much deeper. His failure to protect Oz from being taken from him, his inability to explain to everyone what had happened, brushed off because after all who would believe his word over that of his lord? Break had told him as much: That's because you were nothing but a mere servant.
He rests his hand on top of his collarbone, fingers going slack as he starts to relax a little. At least those words are easier to digest than compliments on physical appearance, because these are ones that he can disagree with easier.]
There's nothing respectable about this scar.
[He turns his gaze back towards the ground in front of her.]
Are you sure you're okay? You weren't hurt in the water? I can find a doctor -
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He rests his hand on top of his collarbone, fingers going slack as he starts to relax a little. At least those words are easier to digest than compliments on physical appearance, because these are ones that he can disagree with easier.]
There's nothing respectable about this scar.
[He turns his gaze back towards the ground in front of her.]
Are you sure you're okay? You weren't hurt in the water? I can find a doctor -