Frey sees much; they aren't as invasive as the likes of Safrin, but still, Sunjata's thoughts flutter in spurts as if revealed by curtains billowing in a warm breeze. Trickling their fingers up the Flood's arm as if to chase the lavender tendrils that pulse beneath his skin, their hands rove up to his shoulders and down his sides.
"How interesting." They purr, lifting their gaze to their chosen with one eyebrow raised. "But if you feel fine, then there's no need to worry." As they remove their hands, the purple disappears from the Flood's skin. "Who are we to judge what we don't know, mmmm? Imagine all that we'd miss out on?"
Still...
"If anything changes grey eyes, you'll let me know, won't you?"
"How interesting." They purr, lifting their gaze to their chosen with one eyebrow raised. "But if you feel fine, then there's no need to worry." As they remove their hands, the purple disappears from the Flood's skin. "Who are we to judge what we don't know, mmmm? Imagine all that we'd miss out on?"
Still...
"If anything changes grey eyes, you'll let me know, won't you?"
