When his hand was captured, it jerked. The jerk was strong enough to almost pull his hand free of Bones' grip, but remained just within the touch of fingers at the last moment. "It's fine." He half-muttered, but tried to remember.

Was hard to forget, tattooed right there on his skin. He looked over at his right hand, free now, and muttered, "Right arm's entirely about Oren and Ael. Nero.. and Ayel."