Skellig eyes the amulet carefully, considering her words a moment.
People (who?) have asked him before, if he is a shape-shifter. He always shakes his head, tells them no, this is just how I am, I do not know if I got 'stuck' partway through or if this is just how I am if they ask further.
He looks over her body, then over his once again. Then hers, studying it carefully.
"It is not my skill," he admits. "But...they cannot see."
He doesn't even know who 'they' are but he knows that is the truth. They cannot see his true self. He has to hide. With the hand that is not holding the cup, he upturns his palm. He will have to try.
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People (who?) have asked him before, if he is a shape-shifter. He always shakes his head, tells them no, this is just how I am, I do not know if I got 'stuck' partway through or if this is just how I am if they ask further.
He looks over her body, then over his once again. Then hers, studying it carefully.
"It is not my skill," he admits. "But...they cannot see."
He doesn't even know who 'they' are but he knows that is the truth. They cannot see his true self. He has to hide. With the hand that is not holding the cup, he upturns his palm. He will have to try.