Unable to stop himself, Kit raked his eyes over Ilinca's form and took in the sight before returning his gaze to her face. "I'm sure you're a picture," he said boldly. He never had been one for coyness. "But I'm tempted to agree that those who see it would never be the same again."
Kit fell silent as he listened, the information that Ilinca was sharing rattling around in his head. He couldn't be certain of a reason for the change in attitudes of the patrons or why the energy surrounding the Cirque had shifted so suddenly, though he did have a suspicion. "Maybe the humans are sensing the energy of the spirits in some way," he suggested. "The spirits themselves are angry or riled up by our presence here, and their auras are so strong that even those who aren't supernatural can feel it."