"It's the nature of the homunculus. We all of us turn pale and black of hair in death and rebirth. And for whatever reason, I didn't return to my human tones upon regaining my humanity here." She shrugged. It bothered her, being well aware she'd been stripped of her very skin, but there was nothing she could do but lay out in the sun in the warm months.

"But I was born and I lived and died and was born again in that desert city, before she fell to tragedy." She looked away then.

"I would keep that information to yourself, Flame Alchemist."