On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

He lets it be taken, gone slightly shy again. His hand has already been tended to twice, but there's some new intimacy in letting Claudius see it. At the same time, he feels as if he ought to prepare Claudius in some way for the extent of the burn, as if Claudius hasn't seen worse hurts.

"It's--" He hesitates. He's not really sure what it is/