Cheline reaches up to her eye socket, smiling.

Cheline: Do you know why I had this woman tear out her eyes?

She takes out the glass eyes, cradling them between her increasingly-taloned fingers.

Cheline: There's something about the gaze of a corpse that's never quite RIGHT.

As she removes the hood from her hair with a flourish, markings begin to appear on her back and wings.

Cheline: When a body slows to a standstill and the humours inside the eye become dormant, the iris and pupils turn this terrible milky blue-white.

She begins to tug the green ribbon from her neck once again, with more symbols solidifying on her arms.

Cheline: Not even I am powerful enough to disguise all the ravages of decay. If I am to wear a body discreetly, certain things must be replaced.

With the ribbon removed, the stitches on her neck come into full view, and her back is glowing with Cheth-like markings. Vanna stares, dumbfounded.

Cheline: And other things must be repaired.