kii-nam asked: Heal + scars
"You need to be more careful." Kii-nam stopped glaring at the opposite wall to turn his eyes to Kiirsatr, who was sitting at his bedside, shoulders tense. A thin, slightly-crooked finger traced one of many scars on Kii-nam’s arms, this one a neat curve of slightly-raised broken scales long since healed over.
"I’d rather live than just survive." Kii-nam mumbled into the pillow, turning his scowl to the wall again. Kiirsatr was silent and Kii-nam had resigned himself to listening to the crickets chirping outside before the younger Argonian spoke again, voice terse.