Her voice came from behind his shoulder, slight confusion in it — the voice of someone who had considered the entrance approach and found it unexpectedly short-circuited. She came around, stepping into his peripheral vision, pink hair falling slightly forward, heart-shaped pupils carrying that faint warm light they got when she was curious or amused or both simultaneously.
Viktor looked at her.
"Your—" He made a small gesture. At her. The relevant geography of her, specifically. "Bella's are smaller. Mira's are considerably larger. Helena's are — Helena. Kaida is flat by comparison. You're somewhere in the middle but higher. Perky." He returned to his trousers. "Easy to recognize."
Elara blinked.
