[She makes a soft thoughtful sound, almost similar to ones that she's heard from Lup, and falls quiet for a moment, settling herself further in the water while drawing to mind the memory of her face from years past. She tries to think of other Alteans too, to grasp a sense of comparison for such a thing, though that's a lot more difficult.]

... These markings usually remain as a constant for an Altean throughout their lives. Though colors may differ, it remains an identifying trait of the race itself, rather than anything meaningful. Some are more sensitive depending on our ... ability to feel or channel quintessence.

[There's a lingering pause after that word. She often goes out of her way to not say it, which Lup might even notice.]

What must have happened to mine was... unprecedented, though I do not doubt it was the exposure that led to this... mutation.