Scar was sick and tired of not being able to feel anything. On Red, his emotions and sense of touch had almost been snuffed out. Like they were far away. And he hated it. If there was one person who could help him, it was Grian. So, after a long battle of struggling with himself (not wanting to bother Grian at such a late hour), he found himself at Grian’s door in the Southlands, knocking. Shocked when Grian did open the door, looking tired, with a flushed face, but not like Scar had interrupted anything.

“Hi!” Scar said, giving Grian a small wave, smiling at the avian.