The skin is nothing strange to her. Pale, to be sure, but she's seen paler still. She has seen every hue and shade, in her time, after all. And tired, true, but the eyes themselves have always struck her as remarkable. Bright as star-lit emeralds, wide as if taking in entire universes.

Quite beautiful eyes, she thinks, by any imagination.

"Thank you," she replies, barely above a whisper.