Rowan's eyes followed him as he got up, and she put a hand out, about to encourage him to keep sitting until she saw the expression on his face. Devoid of any teasing or any sign that what was about to come out of his mouth was mocking in any way, Rowan stayed quiet. She was beginning to feel rather uneasy as he merely looked at her, contemplating something she couldn't understand.

For all the guesses in the world, Rowan was absolutely not prepared for what he started to do.

Her lips parted as a protest made its way out of her mouth, but any such objection died in her throat as her eyes caught the mark on his chest. As he revealed exactly what the cursed object had done, Rowan stared in horror - there was little else to do but stand there, with her mouth in a small 'o' as her gaze trailed the lines that marked him. It was the only thing that she could look at, as it spread across his chest, strands of black spidering out like black ink; the tendrils splintered off into such thin branches it eventually became hard to tell where the scar ended and where it began. And there was...what looked like a sinister glint to the scar; almost like the sheen of dull coal that she could see shimmering on top of the mark. "I'm so sorry..." She murmured, almost mesmerized by the mark the cursed dagger had made. It was only when she realized how close they were that she also found her hand outstretched, her fingers paused just between them as if they were about to reach out and brush against his scar.

Not only that, but she could see the scar marring the contours of what could only be a rather muscular figure, and she immediately withdrew her hand as if it had touched against an invisible iron. She could feel her cheeks burning. "I don't think... I mean that is I must take a look at the premises to ensure no lasting spells were cast on the building or any of it's rooms." The authority with which she attempted to speak had weakened, and she cleared her throat.

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