Scar nodded, finally shifting to make himself more comfortable (less uncomfortable?) when she pulled her hand away. There wasn't anything else to it, unless she needed to know every little detail of how he had died.

Highly unlikely.

"I know." He had died at night and woken again at night. Of course he had been gone a whole day. She was pointing out the obvious. But the words didn't have the bite to them they normally would have. Maybe he was just too tired to be angry. Not physically, but something else.