"Yes", he shrugged, obviously uneasy to dwell on the details of acquiring his first book. The book has been much more fascinating anyway.<br/>He followed her movement with eyes more out of habit than because he felt like being in danger.<br/>"I'd like to be taught from history, like you", he shook his head tiredly. "Never had the opportunity, though. And I'm sure you could tell me the weak spots of those things I'm going to have to face".<br/>He was going to ask, but stopped short and exhaled. If she was going to volunteer some information, she could do that at her leisure, and of her own free will. He couldn't afford to beg her for more. His duty, as it was, was already heavy enough.<br/>Still, he tried some gentle stretching while she was cleaning him. There would be some moves that would be unavailable in the next day or two, he knew... the matter was to establish which ones, and to focus his skillsets in a way that would allow him to make the most of what he had available.<br/>"Muscles?", he smirked. "Yeah, I'm not all that muscle-bound, so most people don't detect it... I never trained for muscle resolution. You're a healer, though, so that's hardly surprising."<br/>He decided he owed her a better answer than that, though. And he couldn't see her hands, but her touch was so delicate...<br/>Almost more delicate than Trayan remembered. Certainly more than he remembered in a long time.<br/>"And the answer is...yes and no. Muscles mostly came from travel and from regular practice. Scars...see the white jagged one on my clavicle? It's actually from a training weapon, which had gone bad. We didn't notice it, and it wasn't really dangerous even then - unless applied with strength. Thing is, it was wielded by a guy in the gym that didn't like me, so he struck strong enough to break the wood. Bang, I've got a ragged wound. The first one."<br/>He smirked. It has been nothing, given that his clavicle hasn't shattered.<br/>"The one just above my left kidney, though? There was something with tentacles, or maybe more scorpion tails - I didn't get to look upon it closer. Still, I had to fight it in the underworld, for "sport", as the demons call it. I went in close for the kill, so it stabbed me there as I was mounting it. Good news, it didn't hit the kidney, and it seemed to rely on the pain it was causing me to try and pull me off... if it had kept stabbing? I wouldn't be trying not to faint right now. Still, that was one way to get on the good side of underworld denizens. And I had been fighting like a madman back then, because that was soon after I'd met the one...that I took my first book from. So I had nothing more to lose, and they liked me a lot. Enough to talk to me, even of things they believed I can't understand."<br/>He inhaled, then exhaled, and turned around. He was now facing her, without trying to cover himself.<br/>"Skipping some scars on hands - these are mostly boring - and we get to this."<br/>He was pointing to a small white-ish scar on the right part of his chest, just above the nipple.<br/>"You can touch it. It's behaving well today. But this one might have killed me, had it gone deeper. I acquired it when running from my "friends" with some secrets they didn't know I have acquired. One of them tried to stop me..."<br/>He stretched, and the scar moved, inviting her to touch it. It looked like a dagger had entered there.