Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

Safrin Safrin looked up, a smile on her painted lips as her eyebrows rose ever so slightly. Looking down at her hands then, she wiped them across one another, then held them up to demonstrate how clean they were. "Indeed." She whispered with an ambiguously bemused grin. "I know, but must they really be so obvious?" Though Safrin's voice was coated with annoyance, she wasn't truly. Of course they had to be obvious, they were mortals after all. Their minds moved sequentially and there was nothing any of them could do to change that. "They did say that, didn't they." She mused. "If they survive LongNight that is." Looking up, Safrin tilted her head thoughtfully. "Of course. Have to make sure that none of my gaudy paintings are ruined, now don't I?"