Syrlya purses his lips. "The one with antlers changed their bandages, but nothing more. She tried to continue working until the pain became unbearable, but..."

He looks over his shoulder briefly. "You're right, he keeps them far out of sight. Perhaps he has a limit of tolerance, or... perhaps she did it to herself."

Trying to shed the most inhuman limb, either for survival in the castle or... "He clearly has no love lost for servants who cease to look how he pleases, no doubt due to the same magic that changes the members of the carnival."