That evening, I went in to my room to grab my night gown and check on Derrick to find a huge, shirtless, bandaged stranger sitting where I had left him. It took me several blinks and the man's awkward shifting for it to click.
"Wow, so you do have a face underneath all that fur?"
He gave me a soft grin and I instantly recognize Derrick in the crinkle around his dark eyes. Probably with Hal's help, the blacksmith had shaved off his half-burnt beard and cut his hair short till it was only an inch or so longer than Gus's silver fluff. He'd even trimmed his eyebrows, probably to make the burnt half of the right one look less stark.
I cocked my head to the side as I observed the face that had previously been hidden until Derrick broke eye contact to scratch the back of his head.
"Your face isn't half bad," I said. "Well, it's at least better now. Disclaimer, I say that platonically."
"Um, platonically?"