"Eh, you never know," Kieran said with a shrug of his shoulders, "Besides - you're smart." They'd had a very lengthy conversation about werewolves and she was surprising him, which was unusual - the only other people who surprised him when it came to lycanthropy were Morwenna, and M. Jude, who surprised him constantly in terms of nearly everything else, couldn't even manage it most of the time.
So Miss Binns was interesting.
Kieran turned to the shelf and pulled a loose piece of paper out of his pocket, because Kieran was not in the habit of carrying around actual cards. He rolled up the left sleeve of his coat to write properly, wanting to avoid smudging the paper as much as possible. This exposed healed scarring around his wrist; raised bits of white flesh that had, if one squinted, the pattern of chains.
He wasn't thinking about that when he wrote, though - of all Kieran's scars, that was one of the less damning.
So Miss Binns was interesting.
Kieran turned to the shelf and pulled a loose piece of paper out of his pocket, because Kieran was not in the habit of carrying around actual cards. He rolled up the left sleeve of his coat to write properly, wanting to avoid smudging the paper as much as possible. This exposed healed scarring around his wrist; raised bits of white flesh that had, if one squinted, the pattern of chains.
He wasn't thinking about that when he wrote, though - of all Kieran's scars, that was one of the less damning.