She hasn't been that shielded, at least by her mark. People are tortured here--people are brought out into the center of camp and beheaded. They starve to death in front of everyone. And she hates all of it, but she sees it.

"Oh." Anger flares in her, worry on its heels. She should have realized, but he didn't look hurt yesterday, only exhausted. Even now, there's no outward sign of it--though she of all people knows that not everything people do to you leaves a mark. "Are you okay?"