His hair was certainly distinct. The pointed tips weren't something she was accustomed to seeing nor was the pink but it seemed to suit his presence which was akin to the nobles from where she grew up though that would go unmentioned.

"Ah, well." Admittedly she wasn't certain why she had let that leave her lips. It was as though her brain and mouth weren't communicating. His interest in the topic was liable to be innocent but given her consistent need to blend in with the shadows — difficult though it might've been with ashen hair, Ciri didn't bother to address it any further than that. She would need to mind herself better in the future and perhaps adorn a proverbial mask or two as she had in the past. Once recognized, the once princess was equally familiar with being eyed from all angles although hated every moment of it. "Sorry, I seem to be suffering a bit of a haze." Hopefully that would work to backpedal on the admission.

"Imagination?" Cirilla couldn't help but laugh at that one. This was sounding less like a burden on time and space, and more like a child's nightmare needing to be hugged out. "Why not simply imagine the corruption away? Surely it can't attack all minds at once."