|At first she seemed the only one brave enough to approach the spirit-touched beggar; even with her face covered the poor girl radiated a chilly Otherness that people instinctively avoided, but having seen those eyes he could now see the difference in the merchant daughter's. Green wasn't common, but not uncommon exactly, but the depths of them, the way they were the shade of new growth- this girl, the respectable youth elegant in her simplicity (like a tree, like the stem of a flower), was also-spirit touched. Less so, perhaps, than the pale beggar, or perhaps in a different way; she radiated life as the other exhaled death. Which is why it was- or perhaps wasn't at all- a surprise when she beamed and embraced the beggar girl as if the obfuscating rags weren't even there. "Sweet sister! I never expected to find you here!"