He looks down as well, twisting his wrist up slightly.

"I don't know. I never asked."

He was so proud of it once. The youngest Scout to earn it, the youngest Golden Guard. He brushes his fingers lightly across it, and bites down on the irrational urge to claw it off.

"Maybe. There might be something in the Demon Realm, though. Some old wild magic legends about it or something."