She turns her hands over, palms up. There are scars; it's hard to tell if any of them are from Merrill's nails, but there are straight slashes from blades and jagged scratches from claws. Most of them aren't on her palms themselves, but further up her arms. There are smaller scars, too; pricks of thorns, the tip of a finger accidentally (accidentally?) pressing against a knife.

Maybe Merrill should be concerned about the scars, but she's busy flushing at Jester's words.

"Well, I've never tried being tortured - but I suppose it is rather extreme, compared to what other people do." She's not even sure other cultures have coming of age rituals, now that she thinks about it. Did humans just hand their children a tool and tell them to go work? "What do tieflings do?"