Broken Antler Fen soolai, soolai, soolaimon

She ignored his question, which made Caracal feel a flush of chagrin. He fully averted his eyes, though not before noting that the flesh on the left side looked more like scar tissue than a fresh wound. His concern faded, though not his curiosity. He wondered how she'd been injured and whether it still hurt. Was it as healed as it would ever get?

He knew he shouldn't ask, so he didn't. Anyway, she wanted some answers from him. "No, not really," Caracal was forced to admit. He paused for a beat before wondering, "What's your name?"