Oh, he remembers commenting on that. That had been a long time ago now - he barely knew her. But her hands had looked terrible by any standards and he hadn't gotten out of the habit of checking out exactly why that was.

And, let's face it: he still hasn't. In almost any given situation he will poke and prod and investigate, because that's what he's always done. Sure, it's led him into some less than desirable situations ... but on the whole it still seems to have worked out.

At least as far as the big picture goes.

He hadn't forgotten about those scars. He'd noticed them on occasion but never commented further, hadn't honestly been all that interested to know about them either after a certain point. But there's still a sense of satisfaction in knowing where they came from, now, and he makes a little 'ah' sound when he looks at the ragged white lines across her skin.

Then he looks back to her face. He's honestly not entirely sure what she's trying to tell him, so the expression is thoughtful, but there's also sympathy for HER there.

He recalls wanting to punch people's teeth out. He imagines what she describes would be a little like that. Except what she did also looks a lot like punishment. To herself.

"You must have been very relieved when he came back."

From her time, no less.