Kieren shrugs, a bit of wariness about him. It's not that he feels threatened at the moment, but there's always a touch of hesitation when he has to explain what he is to people, given all the prejudice and hate against the Risen. "Sort of been like this for a while, now," he says. "I don't wear my contacts anymore." Because he shouldn't have to, just like he shouldn't have to put on his cover-up, but pale is something that can still be human.

His eyes? Are not.

"It's fine," he promises. "Really. That's just how they are."