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@irrfahrer​:  "You know-" ; Ziv pointed a sharp claw at Archex as she looked up from where she was wringing black, rotten water out of the long, thick flowerpetals that had turned after a month of laying in water a browninsh black and stank horriblly sweetly rotten. Rotten enough that the mold growing on this specific petals served as a perfect antiseptic when the rotten petal were crushed and mixed in animalfat. The young woman probably only needed to distract herself from the ache in her shoulders after thiswas not the first bath of rotten petals she was wringing and processing further: "-if you want, I actually could reopen that scar of yours and treat it properly, so it would close more evenly. You would not even notice its there anymore. At least after it healed a kriffing second time that is."

Ziv’s words had been more or less out of the blue, and despite the factor that it took Archex a moment to completely process the words that were spoken a hand instinctively reaches down and brushes along where the nasty gash had been burrowed near his left hip-- the wound that lead to many issues with his leg. An injury that was getting better, slowly but surely... but he knew full well he may never be completely healed. Capable of what he once was.

Brows furrow once the words were finally registered, and his attention is shifted up and over towards Ziv finally. Despite the initial reaction, Archex felt... uncertain. A frown faintly tainting his features as the hand lingers briefly, before reaching up to shove his hair back and out of his face.

“Scars serve as a good reminder,” He offered slowly. Though he figured the offer was brought up because she’d managed to pick up on how much the evidence of his fight against Phasma effected him. It hurt, to see them and remember what had happened. The betrayal, his failure to take her down-- the fact that the past thirty years of his life had been a lie, “... would it help at all with the overall injury?”