Morgan nodded.  "Your sister is a strong woman, too.  I doubt Chiaoscuro would mess with her," he said, shrugging the cloak and hood away.  Now that the cloak and hood were gone, there were elaborate silver tattoos coursing over his entire body.  His ears held slightly more of a point than normal for humans, and his eyes seemed almost feral.  "I'm glad you're trying to get out.  I'd hate to think what your sister would have done to Chiaoscuro if she lost you, considering some of her guests."