No. I’m sorry, they’re just so vibrant, as if on fire.” She looked away and watched Saria and Romanoff dance across from them. “Contrarily, I like them.” He looked directly at her for the longest time. “So glad you came, Mr. Harker!” Saria yelled with a giddy laugh, hanging onto Romanoff. Traith smiled at her laughter, and Rein saw the pallor of his face fight to prevent a glow from breaking through. He wanted to glow. She could see that he was truly trying to be untroubled and blithe, but there was a death in his face that wouldn’t release him. There was clearly something wrong, but when she watched him with a sigh, she saw gentleness on his entire face. “I just can’t fathom what kind of accident could do something like that,” she said, unworried. “I-I mean, they are not seared or scarred by any means, just odd in color.” She laughed. “I do like them, really I do.” “Well,” he said with a chuckle, “I must say, that is a first.”
