Scar felt a shot of panic when he caught sight of the damp steaks down Lust's face. He knew that sometimes it could take next to nothing to bring on a strong reaction, but he couldn't help the damn need to help, even if there wasn't really anything to be helped.

"Are you all right?" Scar stayed close, watching her. He could barely ever tell what brought on his own irrational bouts of emotion. He had no hope of reading hers.