Scar makes a small growl to let Maka know that he is, at the very least, still conscious. He knows he should remain awake with a head injury like this, tempting as it is to just give into the pounding and close his eyes.

This is a far better treatment than he's used to. Clean towels for the water, dirt, and blood. Daniel comes to stand at his bedside, resting his chin on the sheets and whimpering quietly at his trainer.

"Are you all right?" Scar finally asks, his foggy eyes turning to the young woman who had helped him get inside. Priorities.