With the canon reveal of All The Blackrock Loose Ends, you know I had to.
There wouldn’t have been a good way to show her the scars, and in fact he’d sort of planned to never do it, but of all the possible ways, this was definitely the worst.
“Oh,” she said. “Well. You’re naked.”
“I—you—the—Zoey—leave!” he sputtered, his voice cracking on every syllable. His skin was on fire.
“Riiiiiiiight,” said Zoey, still looking at him. Her cheeks were rather red. She sipped her tea. “That’d be the thing to do.”
She pointed at him, then turned and walked out. Rythian put both hands over his face and dropped to his knees.
“Locks on the doors,” he said to himself. “Why didn’t I ever put locks on the doors. Why is it always me? What have I ever done to deserve this?”
As usual, nobody answered. Rythian growled to himself, mostly to get the dignity of his voice back, even if all else was lost.
It could have been anything. He could have been maimed in a creeper explosion. One of the wolves could have tugged it off by accident. He could have just gotten over himself and taken it off in front of her of his own accord, to eat or drink or just for the hell of it. But no. It had to be this. The universe, certainly, was getting back at him for something.