Connor was out on one of the walks that had essentially become part of his meditation/getting to know himself routine. He breathed deeply, enjoying the cool air in his lungs after having coughed for the last few days to get up the smoke that the hasty breathing treatment in the hospital wing did not get. He decided to sit down at the far end of the corridor, He still tired easily he suspected that had something to do with how long he'd been unconscious. He pulled his cloak around him and ran his fingertips over the burn scar on the back of his right hand. He had decided not to go back to the healer to have it removed. "The scar was a testament to that day. He'd faced his fear and he'd learned something as well and the scar would forever remind him of that.