"I don't see any dead creatures, either," Tony clarified. It didn't necessarily mean anything. If there had been an attack, the aggressors could have been driven off, or moved. "It could be from an old wound." It seemed too optimistic, but a slight twinge from his own injured arm reminded him just how possible it was. With the nights' activity levels, it would be all too easy to pull stitches and reopen injuries not quite healed enough to stand up to stress. Even if they did seem to heal at phenomenal rates.

The answer was the predictable one. Tony shook his head and admitted, "Not really. I didn't ever see a reason to learn..." He trailed off, leaving an unspoken qualification hanging.