Tom's laugh is more of a giggle as he slides down to join the other finally, sighing happily. He's got his own scar now along his torso, but it had been healed by Darling and looks a lot better than Raylan's.

"Vihta," he pronounces it properly, a little slower. "Bundled birch twigs. Take a bunch, tie them together, soak it in warm water for half an hour, bring it to your sauna and hit yourself with it." He mimicks doing it to his back.

"Sauna vihta. And an ice cold beer."