"Why on earth would I do that," Merlin said with a little wink, keeping his hands on her waist. "I didn't do anything you wouldn't do. Look at you, you look well. Healthy, and happy." And very cute in that dress, fitting her in all the right ways. He pulled back to look her over, and took her hand to make her to a twirl for him.
Something was different about her, and it took him a moment to figure out what. The scars on her arms were gone, the skin as smooth and unblemished as a newborn baby. It left interesting chasms in her artwork, slashes of emptiness, and he wondered how it'd happened. "You arms?" he queried, raising a hand to touch but not quite making contact.