Derek watched with slight amusement at how angry this healer seemed to get over a simple blow to the head. As far as he was concerned, he was fine. Then again, he wasn't going to argue since she was helping him. When she began to heal his head, he gladly accepted it. However, he noticed she seemed to be eyeing his chest area as though she knew he had those scars.<br/><br/>"Look," He finally said, "I don't know how you found out about them, but they are to remain there, understand? each one reminds me of an incident where I dropped my defenses in some way. I would like to think that as much as I hate my father for the pain, he was in his own way, teaching me something. To quote someone somewhere in some timeline I'm not entirely sure exists, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'."<br/><br/>Derek got up from the bed he had been sitting on and walked over to the door in his current dwelling. Turning back to the girl, he stopped to consider something, and smiled. "I would like to offer you those flowers now, but I need to have some water and my wand for that, and those elves had me put them in their armory. I don't really see my wand as a weapon." He sighed, stretched his arms, and shrugged, then motioned for her to follow. "Can you believe they honestly thought I was powerless without it? I mean all it really does is augment my powers. What do you say we ask them for it, and then I'll ask them if they will allow my room to be near yours while you stay here?"<br/><br/>Derek smiled warmly, not even realizing he had just implied that he liked her by wanting his room to be near hers. suddenly, he remembered that he was not being polite by referring to her without a name, even if it was just in his head. Attempting to rectify that, he casually asked, "By the way, I never was told what to call you. What is your name?"