"Would you only be so lucky as to be unique amongst us in turning into something else. It would be an interesting case study." He's been watching all day now, for anyone who didn't look like a faerie or a native to this place.

See what he could spot, of scales or horns or claws and fangs.

Some hid it better than others, some sported the telltale patterning of whatever's going wrong with this place, transforming them into things they shouldn't be. "Mine are green too," is added quietly after a long moment, more than a little awkward. "In strong enough light."

A point of commonality? Such advances are strange and uncomfortable, but he hadn't seen green on anyone else so far.