"Bleeding?" She blinked, looking down at the organ. "Oh... It's open." Apparently she hadn't even noticed. "When it opens wide the corners split. Since its normally closed. But if it's open like this that means I'm being really clear now. Even though it looks like an eye, it's actually a part of my brain, kinda. Well, not anymore. Since it's not attached to my head. Also, it's 'blind.' But sometimes my head and eye work like they're supposed to."

A weak smile, the eye closing a little bit. "It doesn't normally open on its own. I can force it open but it makes me sick. It's safe either way but like this isn't an effort." She paused. "My head is going to fall off soon though. I'll be fine. Like ink swirled in water and then frozen. I'll wake up somewhere else. If you see my hat but not me, it mean's I'm there, okay Miss Shade?" She tilted her head a little bit. "Already colors are bleeding over and around."

Though, from that explanation, she simply didn't keep anything straight. Rather, she had adapted to chaos.

"Adam?" Her brow furrowed a little bit. She noticed Blake's internal cringe and didn't press. "I would like that. I bet you have lots of stories to tell Miss Shade. Satori Youkai are storytellers with lives and memories longer than humans. We keep them safe. It's built into who we are. So I would really like to hear them. I bet Sis would love it too."

At this point she was struggling a little bit, her third eye drawing in and dipping low, starting to shake. Her physical form was fading a little. The fact Blake had pointed out her eye was letting her maintain her mind for a little while longer.

Despite it, her smile seemed absolutely genuine.