[ With a glance up, she offers Beatrix a small, bittersweet smile before she looks down at the dress again. She’s always admired the other woman’s confidence. Sadly, she’s lived the sort of life that has taught her to be careful about her own appearance. It hadn’t been all too long ago that she found herself in a land with very few tieflings, found herself being called a freak by someone who had been wearing the face of someone she loves quite dearly…

Her brows have knit together, but soon enough she shakes her head, as if to dispel those rather morose thoughts. ]

So you are beautiful without even thinking about it! That’s the best kind, I think. Ehe…

[ It’s then that she notices. ]

Ah, did you… Are you not wearing your eyepatch, Beatrix?