"Preachin' to the choir there," he sighs as he rests his forehead on her shoulder.

Truly it is a short-lived rest.

"Huh? Oh...yeah. It's uh...like I got reset, or something. Shoulder's back. Tattoo's gone." He starts to laugh. "Should've seen me even tryin' to find somethin'd that I'd fit into that didn't look like me wearin' someone elses clothes."

As are most of his more notable scars. Not the silver one though, there's no amount of magic that'll get rid of that one. Though...not it looks remarkably more like a bite mark. A human bite mark, from a not-so-big human.