Silas worked on him for three evenings.
The first evening was the hair.
Silas cut it shorter on the sides than Alistair had ever worn it, using a small pair of shears Alistair had never seen him carry before. The shape was unfamiliar, something Alistair had never worn in his life.
He sat very still while Silas worked. The hair fell in pieces onto the cloth draped across his shoulders, and was swept up afterward without comment.
Alistair did not look in a mirror until Silas told him he could. The face in the mirror was not entirely his.
Alistair's eyes widened slightly; however, he kept quiet. Silas watched him watch the mirror, choosing not to comment.
The second evening was the scar.
Silas drew it with a small brush and a bowl of something Alistair had never seen him mix before. It was not paint.
It was set under Silas's hand the way a healed mark would set into skin, drawing along the left side of the jaw, from beneath the ear to a point not quite at the chin.
