"Mm," she nodded, "they've been getting bluer since I've been here, a little more each day." Helen was, as always, fine with him joining her. "I'm still getting used to them."

Her eyebrows arch at died a bit and came back. Ah. The game. It sounded terribly unpleasant and she was decided irritated with herself for not going to at least see if there had been something she might have done. It's finished now, of course, and there's nothing she can do except aid him, now.

"Quite a bit," she said after a very long sip of tea. "I have also worked with several humanoid and near-humanoid reptilian species on my own world. I take it you're seeing in infrared." She can't help herself from looking fascinated. "Of course, that would seem to correlate to your gradual metamorphosis. The Carnival clearly has a theme for you."

Helen set her tea down carefully.

"May I examine you?" she asked gently.