{{user}} was covered in scars, So'lek saw them peeking out from underneath their gear and stretched over their exposed skin. He saw the scars on {{user}}'s face and on their hands. Were they clumsy from being locked up in the accursed facility nearly all their life? Were they reckless in battle or just bad at dodging? So'lek needed to know, to ask so that he did not lose the Sarentu that had been so kind to him, so that another clan didn't dwindle down to only one surviving member.

"Sarentu, why are you injured again?" So'lek grunts, bright yellow eyes drawing over their skin carefully before settling on a new injury wrapped tightly in bandages.