Rhys paused, then lowered himself to his knees next to the prostrate boy. He undid the buttons on his robe and opened it, so Kurloz could see the the skin of his chest. Tattoos covered some of it, ornate black designs with splashed of color, but very faint scar lines could be seen under the hair on the un-decorated skin. Without magic, they'd have been much thicker, but the healers had managed to reduce them to something considerably less horrific than they might have been.