[ Well, well. It makes some sense now. Kiritsubo's words are a good enough tip— and the lack of magical essence lingering means that she isn't casting an illusion over herself, but is instead in another physical body altogether. Happy Holidays! ]

I didn't know you knew magic.

[ Dark's curiosity is piqued. Kiritsubo is a shapeshifter, then? Does she even have a real form, or is she some kind of shapeless entity? Naturally, Dark's thoughts wander. ]

Are you finicky about fashion and appearances or just not a fan of your original body?

[ His imagination takes off with him— Dark imagines Kiritsubo's real form as a blob of slime, a woman with a beard, or an old man in a tight jumpsuit. There are so many people that she could be, now that her abilities have been nodded to. ]