"It looks well-done to me. If it scars, we'll go get it fixed and make sure the Center pays for that, but I think it'll be okay once Claretta starts tending to it."

She settles against him, rests her head where she can feel his pulse against her forehead, and puts her hand on his chest. "I can't eat, but I'll go with you, if you want. Tell me what would make you feel better."