She didn't move as he patted her head, though she was alert, he didn't seem threatening but letting down her guard was not something she was prepared to do. She was still processing his words, it reminded her a bit of the book she had been reading. That had been a horror story and it was a bit disturbing to hear something so similar had happened.

She peered at his forehead and nodded, she was used to people with scars, sailors and the types who drank at the Poison Apple often had scars, but she had never seen one from being stuck in stone before.

"Does everyone who you did be waking up be having a scar like that then?"