[ Her nose scrunches a moment for good humor at his compliment, but lets it pass without comment. It's more interesting to see the way they interact in the physical — the plainness of love across Jaime's face when he looks at Khaji Da, different from the way he looks at Ruka but not by much, the way their hands slot together so easily when by look alone it should be a poor, dangerous match. It's strange. But it isn't strange at all, either.

For a brief moment, it feels like observing without existing — the way it felt when Khaji left her to reunite with Jaime on the moon — and so when Jaime turns back to her with a question, she's startled. A surprise to be seen. ]

Huh? Oh— [ She lets go of both of their hands, pushing up the sleeve of her right arm. The light glows brighter without the mute of fabric, burning along the lines of the talon-shaped marking he's now seen countless times. Normally it looks more like a tattoo, or a branding scar, lines too even and cut too regular for something she calls a birthmark, but now the outline burns with the white heat of hot metal. Her fingers glide over the marking, distorting the ambient red that surrounds her arm, but it doesn't lessen the intensity at all. ]

—yeah, it is. Usually I have that bracer on to hide this part. [ She can't remember the last time she looked at her mark while it burned like this. She tears her gaze away, dropping her hands to the grass to push herself up to her feet, brushing the dirt off her knees. ] It always glows like that when I use my powers, though.