[There's half a second where Carlisle almost regrets inviting Atem over, if only because the lad's exuberance is enough to last him a *lifetime* -- or two now, considering his renewed form. He pushes that near-regret out of mind, swallows his nerves for his sudden change in appearance, and unlocks the door to the cottage, opening it so that his student may enter.]
I can hear you just fine, you know.
[One would have to be utterly blind to miss his sudden shift in appearance. His skin, though ever pale, has a far warmer quality to it than it has in years; his eyes continue to glow a faint blue behind his glasses, but their pervasive light isn't so strong that it consumes his own eyes, hiding even his pupils from sight. Perhaps most notable of all is that his hair has shifted back from a dull grey toward the faded brown it was before the incident with the cliff, and then further still: the strands atop his head are now a vibrant cinnamon, the shorn section closer to mahogany as it forms his sideburns.
He tries to be fairly benign about it, but needless to say, he's feeling better.]
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I can hear you just fine, you know.
[One would have to be utterly blind to miss his sudden shift in appearance. His skin, though ever pale, has a far warmer quality to it than it has in years; his eyes continue to glow a faint blue behind his glasses, but their pervasive light isn't so strong that it consumes his own eyes, hiding even his pupils from sight. Perhaps most notable of all is that his hair has shifted back from a dull grey toward the faded brown it was before the incident with the cliff, and then further still: the strands atop his head are now a vibrant cinnamon, the shorn section closer to mahogany as it forms his sideburns.
He tries to be fairly benign about it, but needless to say, he's feeling better.]