"We have cameras. I know you can do better at sneaking in a stranger." Despite his chiding, the face that appears in the doorframe bears a sly smile. Eyja of the Bluebell Theatre steps into the common area of the performers' shared lodging, arms crossed in a melodramatic facsimile of judgement.
Despite his overwhelmingly human features, he appears as though a Kyaine was layered over him - silver hair, silver skin, silver eyes, and a second mouth on his abdomen that he's made no effort to conceal. The only thing on him to distract from the ethereal presence of something feral is the bright colors he wears.
As Eyja crosses the room, Set pauses a video and dangles over the back of the couch he's sitting on. A woman with dark, leathery wings and several scars returns Eyja's judging gaze, but with far less comedy.
"Do we know her?" Eyja barely meets the host of T'akrin's gaze, their eyes passing by each other like sharks.
"He does," Set says. As Eyja - and the Host - glance back, they see that Set has extended Yssc's frills from his neck and hips and is sheepishly picking at an itch at one.
"Uh, this is kind of a secret!" The Host startles, sliding back to the edge of the couch. To her continued surprise, Eyja slides in where she was previously sitting, unperturbed, and unpauses the duo's video for them with a small smile.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Set chimes in in a cheery fashion. "Eyja knows everything odd about everyone."