He's a warrior, one far more experienced than she is. She has her own fair share of scars and marks, but she knows the story behind all of hers. His? They're little mysteries.

For the most part.

Her fingers slide down to his side. There is where her touch becomes lighter, more careful, as she passes her fingers over the scar she does know the story behind.

"I hope you've learned to stay away from pointy swords. The pointy parts of them, at least," she teases, because if she doesn't her mouth will curve into a frown at the mention of the Calling and thoughts of their adventure in the Fade. "You've got enough holes."