Luneth chuckled easily. "Tomorrow it is. Admitting truth, though, ye've held my fascination to look upon as it is." His eyes followed the line of her now partially crouching body, and the stance gave him a guess about her mind. He reached out, slowly, his forearm sleeve partially falling back to the elbow to reveal the fin curving tight against the outside of the forearm. He took her hand in his, tugged it a bit, and swiveled his own leg outward half way to brush its fin under her fingertips. As if entitled to some countermeasure, he brushed a few fingertips of his own along with the black streaks of her otherwise-orange hair.<br/><br/>"Imagine how odd it seemed to me, when they first grew out as a wee lad," he smiled. "How strange it becomes, to look outside ourselves, or back in from without. With each illusion I strip away, I remember the nature of the illusion itself was to seem the last, but it never is." He cocked his head, and silver hair dangled down one side, and leaned closer. "I inquired about your past, so, now's only natural to ask - were ya headed anywhere in particular next? Or leastways, were when all these hijinx began?"<br/><br/>