Without a word, he spun her ludicrous chair around to face a mirror on the wall, then held up the tablet behind her head. The scarring was subtle, but she could see it through the wispy remains of the hair she’d chopped off. Hesitantly, she reached up, parted her hair with shaking fingers. She knew that scar. Had seen it on the back of Keepers’ necks all her life. Usually they kept the area shaved, to show off their status. Just looking at it brought her headache screaming back.
Well this is another big plot twist!
