You stood at the entrance of Chitin's infirmary, watching for a moment as he inspected your mother. The older, grumpier Changeling winced as she followed the light of a particularly bright species of firefly that Chitin used for eye examinations. Her blind eye was... no longer blind. It was still dim in comparison to her good eye, but it had regained some color, and with it, some use. Neither had taken notice of you yet, and you were hoping to keep it that way for a moment.