[Well, her prompt scolding gave him enough of a shock to distract him for a moment. He stared wide-eyed and stammered his reply a bit clumsily at first.]

I-I... [He heaved a sigh, and ran his hand over his face. He knew better than to anger a healer, and he did know deep down he needed someone else to look at it. He'd let it go on too long already.] Private then...

[He didn't get up at first though, despite being clearly resigned to the healing. He moved his hand up, holding his bangs back, he didn't like to show the wounds in general but there was... much attached to the circumstances behind them... so perhaps she'd be willing to indulge a request.]

But please... don't tell my father. He's here and if he finds out- [He cuts himself off, how to even begin to explain this?] He's holding onto a lot of guilt over things from back home. He doesn't need anymore.