"No, scars have never been something I find attractive. I always wonder what happened, and why it couldn't be healed. It doesn't really lend to good conversation, always asking how the scars came about, and wondering if there's a way to fix it." He thought that was always going to be his biggest issue as a Healer, seeing something wrong and wanting to fix it.
He blushed, turning around to hide the reaction as he washed his hands and put away the salve he'd been using. "Thanks," he whispered, skin feeling hot and tight, needy. "Of course I do. I use them for eating, and holding books among other things." He knew that hadn't been what Jacob meant, but he was too self-conscious to comment on it. The thought alone made him feel like he was about to combust.