Most of the scars are unremarkable, if only because he's a surgeon in a war. Half the kids he worked on had signs of his own handiwork on them, scars are a sign you survived.

But the ones on her front, unremarked on previously because his eyes were elsewhere, wrench his gut, and he stops eagerly following to actually look. This isn't from natural healing, it's from... those are stitches, but they're worse than when his sister was learning to cross-stitch.

"Did you lose a fight with a lawnmower or something?" he says, voice tight.