Without thinking Kurloz moved his hand over the exposed flesh, delicate artist's fingers feeling out the scars easily. He could clearly see the younger Rhys' chest as it had been when cut to ribbons, almost superimposed over the adult's body, and had to fight back another wave of nausea. Sweat beaded on his temples for a moment and then he realised he was touching his professor without permission on his chest and quickly snatched his hand back, signing "sorry" with embarrassment and lowering his head.