"Got it," Raven nodded, reaching to his sides to lift his top up. He paused for a moment, however, and gave Casia an odd look. "Don't ask." He said, lifting the top unceremoniously and revealing his torso. Aside from the wound on his side, he had a few other cuts here and there along his body, and there were three other wounds on his back. However, these were only a few of a small collection of scars and marks on his body. The wolf took no pleasure in letting someone else see the marks of his occasional failures, looking off and snorting in annoyance. "I was in a good spot at the time of the blast, I don't think anything but my torso was hit with the debris."
His chest seemed to be a magnet for wounds, though. Either the odd blade trying to run him through, or something like what had happened earlier. Sure, he had other scars along his legs, but his chest was by far the worst. It wasn't quite covered in scars, but there was a notable sum. "...This bar attracts hella weird folks." He said, running through last night and today in his mind while she worked. It was something small enough to distract him while she healed him, and keep his mind off the task.