About half of that hair was a dark, steel grey that mixed in seamlessly with the original dark brown. And the more of it was unbraided, the more apparent it would be that there was a lot of it. It was very compacted, very contained, when braided up against her head in that usual bun of hers.

Loose, it may very well reach her knees if the huge spiked slab of a shield wasn't in the way.

Alleyana eyed Dorian sidelong, gloved hand unconsciously moving to be a little harder to look at. Easy enough, really, she just worked on un-cinching the leather from around the base of the bar of her left arm, then started unscrewing it from the bone.

The shape of that hand... it wasn't right, even through the leather. The plates of her armor over that usually hid that little fact, but the soft leather was there to protect even more than it was there to conceal. The shape wasn't right.

"What happened?" she repeated, raising a scar-crossed brow.