He could see the faint, olive outline that speckled along her gray iris. It was the same green that dusted her cheeks when they kissed, the same green that coursed through her body. It was the color that had yet to fill a bucket (not that she minded, they were both pretty happy with waiting), the color that her tongue and grub scars were. She was born with that soft, kind color running through her, full of wonder and surprise. And as she gazed back into his eyes, she could see rings of candy red filling his eyes. The color he'd hidden for so long. He still tried to hide it, tucking his face into his turtleneck when he blushed. His sign didn't match the red, but if anyone had come across his ancestor and dancestor, they would've found out. It wasn't hard. Kankri displayed the mutant color with such pride, and with an ancestor like the Signless it was nearly impossible to keep the secret. She blinked, her eyes large and round. He tapped his nose to hers, pressing their foreheads together. Though he was only a color below her, she didn't care that he was a mutant. She'd accepted him as he'd come, and his blood color wouldn't change how she felt.