Moonspear calculate the pattern that is causing my disease

She sucked in a hesitant breath as he asked if it would last forever. While she was no expert, it was pretty easy to see that a wound as deep as his was not going to go away. It would fade, but she was certain there would always be a gnarled, knotted scar across his neck. While it was ugly — at least in its current raw state — it kind of added to his roguish charm. Of course, she would never admit this, instead continuing to cast shy, bashful glances his way.

His frown tugged at her heartstrings. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the absolute truth. "We...we could try!" she said, perking up with a semi-forced cheerful smile. She stood, backing up slightly to allow Rannoch passage out of the den. "Can you walk? We can go to the river if you'd like."