[Most of Ain's party, too, are super covered in scars. It got less awful when he learnt healing magic, but sometimes a wound gets healed too late, or the healing magic is too rushed due to the danger and it doesn't go quite right. Still, Wolfwood looks like he's been put through a blender, and Ain can't help but wonder if he'd have less of them if he had a real healer with him. Or maybe he wouldn't... there's not much of a point to focusing on it, but he wonders anyway.
He thumbs across one of the lighter ones, the spear-marks, and then briefly pulls his hands away to undo this top. Slowly, as requested, pulling away the thin fabric from a particularly lean frame until there's nothing there. The shirt goes in a heap at the foot of the bed afterwards, and Ain lays across Wolfwood's front afterwards, kissing along his pulse.]
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He thumbs across one of the lighter ones, the spear-marks, and then briefly pulls his hands away to undo this top. Slowly, as requested, pulling away the thin fabric from a particularly lean frame until there's nothing there. The shirt goes in a heap at the foot of the bed afterwards, and Ain lays across Wolfwood's front afterwards, kissing along his pulse.]
Can I kiss them?