[ Not expecting that among all the possibilities, Allen glances down as if to check that himself and touches the edge of the puckered scar hesitantly, his expression a little conflicted and uncertain. Heavy and thoughtful. It's a healed wound, the scars still fresher and angrier looking than the giant one that cleaves him from shoulder to hip, but-- closed, and not looking infected anymore.
Normally it would remind him that maybe he should go find more clothes, a robe at least, but he's still a bit too numb and rattled to bring himself to care about that or even notice he's cold when Shouto drops his arms. ]
Mn. It's been healed the entire time I've been in Trench.
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Normally it would remind him that maybe he should go find more clothes, a robe at least, but he's still a bit too numb and rattled to bring himself to care about that or even notice he's cold when Shouto drops his arms. ]
Mn. It's been healed the entire time I've been in Trench.