She smiled a little and pulled her clothes back on, looking back at him. He understood her, and she wondered how well he knew her. It was of no matter, really, just a point of curiosity, and she was soon standing up and reaching out for him. "Every scar matters. I'm just lucky that mine is beautiful. And all my other scars I healed. This one I asked for. I think that made all the difference."
She cocked her head to the side, a little bit disappointed that she wasn't going to get to see his scars, but glad that he was going to show her the forge. It was a decent trade-off. She held his hand once he stood up, looking upward at him. "You're all so tall," she grinned, meaning Dethklok and essentially everyone associated with them.