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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

He was wondering the same thing. A tracking chip of some sort. He knew why they'd not put one in him yet. Even with all his training and experience, this was an island. And Cath couldn't swim a stroke. He'd not be able to escape into the ocean.

Nodding, he frowned as his fingers felt the raised scars near the band aid. Moving around to her back under the guise of getting a better angle, he traced one of the scars, which was fresh enough it gave and turned red under his finger tips.

Right, band aid first. Grabbing it, he tore it off in one quick, smooth motion. Between the two patches of red was a small perfectly square patch of skin that was gone. There was nothing visibly underneath it, just as if someone had taken a bit off.

He crossed himself again. "There's a centimeter perfect square of your skin gone," he told her. He pressed down softly, just to confirm nothing was under there. "Nothing under it."

Cathair wanted to ask about the fairly fresh scars, but he doubted they were from whatever happened last night. "Anywhere else you hurt?"