[color=0076a3]"Y'huudle go well?"[/color] Kaath flatly asked as the crew made their way back into the chamber. Using a well worn oil-stained cloth to wipe and polish the last half-meter of blade that had been shoved into the stone, previously. The glowing rich ambers of her eyes vaguely darted between them, watching for sudden movements, but relenting with a satisfied huff once they seemed to be left more or less alone in favor of briefly resting once more. The weight of the dim region of their eyes watched Violet as they approached Kite, Kaath's hand stopping in the motions as they observed; a faint scowl on their expression that turned back to indifference as they went back to their work on the old yet beautiful blade. In the firelight, veins of blue and green lept and licked along it in mirrored distortions. Clean as it was, Kaath continued to 'play casual' and quietly observe while addressing the rest of the massive sword.

The words from Violet's lips.
The hand through their plumed fluff.
With the words of expectation, Kite's head tilted away from Violet's hand with a small [color=8882be]"mrph..."[/color]

Kaath stopped, her expression showing no element of relief as the narrow, ever-skeptical eyes peering over the edge of the scarf to look between Violet and the rest. The sigh of relief that came from them sounded more like an annoyed scowl before their alien forked tongue hissed, [color=0076a3]"Sssee? Not'n ever been a difficult bout, fffehk..."[/color] before chuckling gently in a more human tone, assumed to be genuine.
Kite groaned and rolled over, thinking themselves on the floor and trying to stand up on the respective platform. Kaath's tone endeavored to be reassuring, though they still curiously watched as Kite stood and coughed, a sound that resonated from...behind their mask.
Drawing in air, the mask hissed and whistled between its grooves. The struggle caused a wheezing sound from the figure who huffed and went to sit, hooking the heel of one of their boots to lower themselves to sit on the edge of the platform.

[color=0076a3]"Did...that one...always make such noises?"[/color] Kaath asked as Kite hooked their fingers under the mask and began to pull, the ripping of fabric audible with every inch they worked.

[color=gray]Looking back, [i]no[/i], I would have been within my right to cut this abnormality out...and nobody would have been able to stop me. It was wrong. Something about this was wrong, but it...felt familiar...I wasn't sure I was curious.[/color]

Hissing inhales, whistling from the closed mask and the peeling edges, the black of the fluff around the edges swiftly faded to white as if pulling the mask off drew all the color out of the figure. Seemingly in an even more literal sense, the obfuscation that made up the interior was still clung to the mask like a layer of latex, connecting the bristling white fluff of the face that desperately gasped before throwing the mask to the floor. Clattering like wood, the mask jostled and noisily flipped, the empty, featureless interior invisibly [i]feeling[/i] for its place before coming to a rest the way a bowl would wobble around to a still.

Kite, their details apparent, their eyes darting between everyone, hyperventilating for a moment before holding a breath and letting it out, slowly. [color=8882be]"Hmemph..phahmph...fefm fefa feffhamf..."[/color] they...said?

[color=0076a3]"N..."[/color] Kaath started, looking to Walker. [color=0076a3]"N-naawhh...ah? Neh..."[/color] They began, hefting the massive sword and taking a few purposeful steps towards Kite who looked up at the sight, unmoving.