// Nico's First Person POV
I had been standing in front of the mirror above the wash basin for longer than I had intended to, admiring the mark of pure, unadulterated badassery that I now had on my face.
The cut ran like a red line from above my left eyebrow, through the eye, and continued down across the cheek in a line that was precise enough to almost look deliberate.
The Grade 2 Potion and the priest had done all they both could, and what remained was skin that on either side of the cut was barely touching, and would remain so for the foreseeable future.
Which I frankly didn't mind, because I looked so damn cool.
I splashed water on my face, feeling the cut send a sharp sting through the skin and into the socket of my eye that was considerably worse than the baseline I mentally prepared for.
[Ah… just gotta live with it, I guess…]
