Scout is in a whole lot of pain, as a one-and-a-half-year veteran. The brand is still a sick constant presence, sending lines of fire into the joint of her hip and down her leg. It's the iron. It'll ebb back, but she has to apply herself to act like it's not much. But, hey, she's trained herself through long practice to not react too much to pain, and besides has the power to control the sensation and choke it off, and encourage her own healing. The blistering on her brand is already looking better.

She flips one huge okapi ear forwards and the other back, feigning nonchalance reasonably well. Scout's voice is quiet, she's decided that her persona for this effort is shy. "Low pain tolerance? Or no, it's the anticipation. It makes it worse."