[Ovelia's POV]
The warm, greasy parchment holding the grilled squid was a comforting weight in my hands. As we walked, I noticed Gale's gaze repeatedly flicking toward Ace and Ray, a deep frown etched on his face as he chewed.
"Is it just me," Gale said around a substantial mouthful of squid, his words slightly muffled, "or does just slapping those bits of glass on their faces actually make them look like completely different people? It's unnerving. It's like a cheap, low-level illusion spell, but it somehow works. I feel like my eyes are being tricked."
"For once, I agree with you," Ann conceded, nibbling delicately on her own piece of squid, her eyes critically appraising the brothers. "The transformation is… jarringly effective. They look almost harmless."
