"Nothing," Bariyan answered, gaze still fixed on his hand. "It heals up in a few days, usually. Sometimes faster. But it doesn't... spread, not like this."

Koltira had answered a few questions, made a few guesses, and Bariyan was now somewhat less upset than he had been when he'd first stormed in. Even if Koltira couldn't offer him any reassurances, being able to talk to someone helped. So Bariyan finally let his hand fall back to his side and shifted in his seat, tilting his head back and making an expression halfway to a smile. The stitches in his neck slightly strained.

"It doesn't hurt, at least," Bariyan said. His shoulders lifted in the most half-hearted of shrugs.