"It's not funny." It comes out so whiny, and even Koby can hear it, ears turning bright red as he flicks another puff of starlight Garrus's way, this one gilding his feathers.

But then he laughs, softly, looking down at his palms, at the bright starlight he can see beneath his skin. "Okay, it's -- a little funny. I'm probably worrying over nothing. I've just felt..."

There's a pause, a slight shift then, the pale silver of Koby's ever-present magic twisting and going dark for a fraction of a second. Then it's gone, like it was never there, leaving the faint scent of carbon.

"...different."