"My cousin, her eyes are white," Lillith replied, gaze following the butterflies and then returning to Emma. "To me, it is normal. My own eyes are..." She bit her lip and sighed. "My own eyes are reddish pink."

She released her concentration on the carousel she had shaped and stood, glancing at her own clasped hands. "This face you see is an illusion only. This shape, also. I am...other."