Leon was definitely content to leave injuries out of the discussion entirely, yes. He was not at all inclined to pry, and more than happy to keep his own matters to himself. That the conversation wasn't starting with 'so how long have you been here' or 'what the hell happened to your hand' was a huge relief to him--it got so old, so fast, and he'd been here a long time.

Shaking his head and smiling ruefully, Leon packed a little more soil in around the first seedling he'd managed to wrangle into a new, larger pot. "None to speak of. Not an occupation that went with soldiery, where I come from."