"Don't know," she said slowly. "Maybe?" Lavender wrinkled her nose, re-buttoning her robes. "I'm not so sure. Probably on too much stuff at the moment to tell any aches from my other injuries." Was that what she had to look forward to? Scars that ached and itched for the rest of her life?
She stared across the table at him. He didn't seem to like asking that question any more than she wanted to answer it. "I think I've been angrier. More often, more... everything. It's all so intense, y'know?"