Pretty Scars for Pretty

The Inquisitor was upset. Not entirely so with what you might think, however. Having just regained his lost memories, walking through the fade itself, stopping Fear and his demon army, losing Hawke, and banishing the Grey Wardens from Orlais, Trevelyan had much to be upset over. But none of that was on the forefront of his mind, not for now anyway. No, what made the Inquisitor upset now was the gash on his head, running from just above the corner of his brow to the top of his cheek. The gash was deep and red, likely not to heal properly unless addressed soon with magic and salve. Trevelyan had neither of those. The mages were either injured themselves or tending to patients in much more dire need of healing.