The Chain blinks, at the obvious statement, the faint, violet luminescence that limns her dark skin growing brighter. It's not quite a blush, but it's not far off. Her months keeping an eye on Kevin (among all of the others the Lady Rainsworth bids her watch over in her service) has led to a peculiar fascination with the knight that she doesn't quite understand.

He may also notice, now that he's predisposed to, that she gives off a faint, sweet scent, the way good, beeswax candles will, when they burn.

"It is a part of what I am," she says softly, not knowing what else to say.