If there was anything Ahnasha needed to hear, it was laughter from Rhazii. With all the pain that had stricken the pack in the last day, it was comforting to know that he could still bring himself to smile, even if it was only because he was too young to understand. Sabine's words soured her mood immediately, however. Back in the dungeon, she had been too distracted to notice when Fendros yelled at Sabine, but she could understand why. She wasn't nearly as emotionally charged now as they had been then, so she wasn't about to yell at Sabine, but she became obviously uncomfortable. She looked down and traced over her scar with her free hand. "It's...nothing. Don't worry about it." She answered unconvincingly. Meesei's expression became one of concern. Although the topic killed an otherwise good mood, she was at least partially glad that Sabine brought it up. It was better to talk about it now than when she had something more to be depressed or angered at. "Ahnasha, when I look at a scar like that, I don't see it as being nothing." After a few moments, Ahnasha finally looked back up at Meesei and Sabine. "I know, it's just...look, I admit it. The noble hurt me, and he hurt me badly. He cut me open and...I saw things I never should have saw, felt things that I never should have felt. But it is over now. He had healers that brought me back to perfect health, and he is now a rotting corpse in that dungeon. The pain is gone; I haven't had even a hint of soreness or anything else that would suggest I haven't been healed fully." "It's not your body that I'm worried about." Meesei responded simply. Ahnasha turned her head away from the others. She did not want to believe that they were right to such an extent that she was starting to convince herself that they were actually wrong. Despite the fact that she couldn't stop herself from replaying those horrors in her mind from time to time, She could not accept that those injuries could extend anywhere beyond her body. After all, the essence of what happened was that he made some cuts in her flesh, then put it all back together. Why would it be any more complicated than that?