Nina hesitates, just for a moment. “In my world, there are Tailors, who are able to change appearances a little bit little, using pigments and other supplies to help their work. I used to be able to do their work, even though I wasn’t trained in it — except under jurda parem, I was able to transform someone into someone else with what was basically the snap of two fingers.” She only hazily remembers that. Kaz’s request. Wylan’s agreement. His blonde hair darkening into Kuwei’s black hair.

“I was under cover before I came here. For my country and my King. I suppose I looked too Ravkan because they made me more Fjerdan to blend in — but when I arrived, the changes were gone.”