Faolan nods, before shrugging up the sleeve of his jacket. Like showing such things off to other people is something everyone does. It definitely looks a lot better, the injury. And there are definitely signs that he had gotten stitches for it. "Got the stitches out not too long ago," he says, though he doesn't elaborate that he had to keep them for longer than necessary because he kept forgetting about them and breaking them before it was properly healed.

He shrugs his sleeve back down over the cut, moving to take up his drink once more, cradling it in both hands for lack of anything else to do with his hands. "I hate hospitals," he says. "You must have been awfully persuasive, to have gotten me to go to one."