"Ah."

That's all he got, for a while, while Alleyana went back to managing the outer layers of her armor. The knot of her sash was next; the leather and maile coat was trapped by it. So, she picked at the huge knot while she considered what to say.

"A lot of things, over a long period of time." Alley was no spring chicken, if all the grey in her hair wasn't an indicator. Elven as she was, there were no wrinkles on that scarred face yet, but she was up there in the now-mortal lifespan of her people.

"Been fighting since I was a kid." Lots of time to accumulate lots of scarring. And nose-breaks. "As for the voice, I inhaled hot ash."

That couldn't be all of it.

But none of it was a lie, either.