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Lothric had to tilt her head back to look up at the... Man. The slightly purple man. She had hardly been looking at him, in fact her eyes were more focused on the book. She hadn't even taken into account his ears, or the tint, and honestly the only reason she had thought of his appearance as strange before was because of his height. No, no, as she was forced to look at him to take the book, lest she slap it onto the floor by accident, Lothric was now noticing his features.
"Yes, yes, I know it's a big book 'n stuff. I like epics. I was actually looking for Beowulf or A Midsummer Night's Dream, but it seems they don't have it here. Odyssey will have to do." She spoke, assuming that he knew all of the stories because she sure as hell wasn't explaining anything. Not worth her time.
What was worth her time however.
A sigh and she brushed her hair away from her eye socket, revealing the hole in all of it's glory, and even if there was no eye to fill it, it appeared to be intensely focused directly on the man's face, darting around him; facial twitches from her other eye carrying over to the empty one. Hairs were getting in there, though, and it was annoying and it kind of hurt. "What are you?" She asked bluntly without any real regard for how he might feel about it. She had a question, he was answering it. No reason for niceties. Taking the book from his hands she gave him a slight nod as thanks, holding it with both arms tight against her chest.
Wasn't like there was resistance.
Lothric was genuinely curious though. She'd seen some pretty weird people but this was the strangest by far. He didn't even have a regular skin pigment, it was a light purple. He kinda looked like a vampire or something. A vampire bat? She giggled to herself, even though it was wholly audible. At least she had covered her mouth with her fingertips to do so.