"I'll do it," he grumbled, shifting painfully in his chair and attempted to roll the legs of his pants up past the bandages, but the fabric caught and pulled on the wrapping. Scowling, he slipped the waistband of his trousers down below his bandaged thighs. Scar was in boxers, which were loose and decently long, but he still felt terribly wrong pulling his clothes off in front of these young women.

"I apologize." But the wounds were too tender to get the legs of his pants rolled so high and over the bandages. Scar stood slowly, teeth grit and eyes narrow as he moved to lean against the wall by the bed.

Still, though. Magic hair? He half believed that this was some kind of joke as he unwound the white strips of cloth, revealing the ugly stitched gashes. The Ishbalan sneered, not wanting to look at them.