Jin traced the long scar with her fingertips, curious. She'd never noticed it before, but then, she'd never looked at Korlash's hands. She hopped onto his back, her arms linked around his chest. He was fairly muscular, and she could just barely hold on that way. His body was very warm, and it was comforting to be near someone and touch them. Maybe being carried about like a child wasn't terrible. "May I ask... what did you do to be exiled? Did you kill someone?" That was really the worst crime she could think of. The goblins had told her when she was a youth that they'd found her parents' camp almost a month after taking her in. Once Jin had accepted that, they took her to see her parents' burning site, so she could pay proper respects. Since then, she'd promised herself that she would never kill deliberately.