Skellig listens carefully as she speaks - his focus is on her voice as she speaks and on her touch as she applies the dye to his skin. His eyes do close to better allow his mind to visualize the images as she paints them with her words.

None of them are outright pleasant images, but they are important to 'see' regardless.

(And it makes him wonder, just a little bit...how did he come into existence, in this world? Was it a similar origin story as these tales? While he has never known truly how he came to be, and it has never really bothered him, there has occasionally been an ache when he considers it, watching young ones play with their parents, or more recently as when he watched the way Iset gazed happily at Neferet as they waited to visit with the Great Lady.

Did he have a mother, once?)

"Not an easy upbringing, with either option."