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    She didn''t know, and she didn''t care. Lucille was just happy as long as he showed her a bit of his true personality. Then this wound might have been worth it, even if it hurt more than anything she had ever felt. It would take a long time until this fully recovered, and even then, she had no guarantee that everything would heal. She froze at that thought and slowly turned to Cedar. She was almost a bit scared to ask and actually didn''t want to speak up. But her mouth opened almost without her doing. “Cedar, I know you''re not a doctor, but I have a question. Will it scar? The wound, I mean.” Was her speech even more slurred now, or was she just imagining it?