Zanthe shrugged, sitting down on the bed as Devin suggested. As she did, part of her tattoo could be seen in the moments before she turned around to sit. "I don't know... I may have done something to my wounds when I moved like that," she murmured, looking at her stomach. "They seem alright to all of my senses, but if you'd like to check them over, then be my guest." The catfox looked up at Devin. "I promise that I will cooperate."