"You know my name," she returned when he answered, and did not really expect it to make a difference. Rather, Raine moved on from that matter, tapped the scar lightly with two fingers. "Yes, it's new. Or relatively so, at any rate."

Who could tell exactly how the time had moved in the Dreaming, after all? Certainly not her. It would fade in time, though likely never completely, and she'd keep the reminder. "I healed it in stages, rather than in one arte," she added by way of explanation for why the scar remained so evident. Then she lifted her shoulders a little, and scrubbed over it once more, and her gaze drifted back to Solomon.

He was watching her, of course, had been. Not exactly unusual behavior, especially in their context, but it still occasionally made her pause, that sort of regard from him. It was not something to which she was wholly accustomed, though it was certainly pleasing, catching him watching her, and Raine couldn't quite help the slow returned smile, despite the turn the conversation had taken.