The scars Archelaus could most certainly get used to he had seen scars and the results of fights before. They weren't the most flattering features of course but it wasn't unbearable to look at anyone with them. Whatever Arian thought he would be concerned, she was family and shouldn't be allowed to suffer in anyway. That care would be pushed aside however, Arian poorly attempting to reassure him that she was ok and that he ought to eat all his food.
The growing boy was fairing rather well though. He wasn't the tallest of his brothers though still far from being considered short. The rapid rate at which his limbs stretched had left him a little gangly looking though still healthy, nothing at all wrong with his weight. If anyone needed to pay attention to that little tip it seemed it was Arian herself. "Then maybe you should follow your own advice and eat more." He pointed out.
She would try to push away his concern for her once more, instead offering to speak about his worries. He had none! Well there were a few things upon his mind though none of them were things that he would openly speak about. It meant that he certainly would speak about them to someone he had only just met, aunt or not. He would allow a scoff to sound at the implication he was worried. "Then there is nothing to talk about." He declared.
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