[he has little to fear. Robin's eyes go back to his work, and he seems to be thinking while he talks, listening to the details with all of the divided attention he can spare...

it isn't until Mattias mentions how long he'd been in the boiling water that Robin looks up, in surprise--and continues to listen, attentive.]

Seventeen minutes? [he looks amazed! laughing.] You're kidding! That must have been... [horrible? painful? he smiles wide.] The blisters must have been terrible, I can only imagine. Amazing...

[humans. weak, flawed, painfully easy to destroy, and yet... he looks back down, though he's paused in his work.]

I'm jealous. My body doesn't scar anymore.

[but he'll leave Mattias some, he decides. he'll heal the rest of his arm, but he'll try to keep some skin ruined and white, just for him.]