Khary, still chuckling over the suits nodded and came over. "Sure," he said. He came around behind the other man and his smile vanished as he saw the scars. They weren't like Grey's scars. He had heard about them, but not seen them. But he knew how Grey had felt about them, and how much more at ease he had felt when Lucivar and the others learned about them and accepted them as part of the man. He knew that to Grey those scars were no longer a mark of shame, but a badge of courage.

So he would do the same for this man. He zipped the suit, careful of the scars, using some Craft to help so that he didn't accidentally lean or press. "There you go," he said, making his voice bright and cheerful again. "All done." If the man could sense psychic scents, he would be aware that Khary's now had determination and concern, but no pity. Pity always did more harm than good, and he refused to feel it. Compassion was different, and that he felt. Often. Even when he covered it with laughter.