Zora couldn't help grinning. Even if she'd earned her scars because of her own thoughtless mistakes, she was rather proud of them. Other scars she had earned in battle were faded and barely noticable now.
She did like when other's complimented her work, even if it was something as small as earning a scar. They were honorable, in her opinion.
A little chill ran up her spine when she felt that brush of his thumb. It probably hadn't meant anything, but images of what she had done earlier ran through her ead and she suddenly wanted to do it all over again. But she refrained. Instead, a smirk spread across her lips, "No. I was too busy bleeding all over the place to care." She gave it some thought before saying, "I should go back and look for its head, though. Get its teeth," she said thoughtfully.