It took Scar another moment to figure out what she was saying.

"No..." He was consciously keeping his voice down, now, for once thankful for the steadying hand.

"And the thing that killed me got my throat, not..." His eyes were back to darting around the courtyard as he spoke. It was making him nervous, even if there was presumably no danger during the day. It was testament to how much of his guard he never let down.