At least his calf was the lest embarrassing place to start. Eugene eyed the little jar she slid toward him, reading forward to take it in hand, he held it skeptically, but hoped it would provide some sort of relief. The last six months had turned him uncharacteristically sour and pessimistic, he had to figure out how to turn it around before it consumed him. Theseus deserved better, at the very least.

"Ah, if you'd like." If she needed to see it, he could at least show her the lower half. It was the worst of it anyway. It reached high on his thigh, which he didn't think Miss Hunniford needed to see, not today at least. Maybe if the salve was of some relief, eventually.

Eugene reached down to do his best to roll up the bottom half of his pant leg, most of them having been tailored to be a little looser so as not to aggravate the scar itself. It was ridiculous, just how much of his life had been altered by this. The angry dark red scar curved up from his ankle to his knee, around the meat of his calf. "Like I said, gruesome." Healers had probably seen worse, worked on worse, but even now, months later, it was still hard for him to look at.