Shadewood get used to it

"I'd imagine not," she starts to say, but is swiftly interrupted by the ghost behind him. Cypher takes the opportunity to give her a closer look, wrinkling her nose at the grotesque dye— she thinks it's blood, though she can't smell any, and wonders why the creature wouldn't clean herself. She'd understand it even less when or if she found out it was dyed that way on purpose.

Her ears flick in annoyance now that the other female has decided to join in, uninvited, but Cypher keeps her attention on the male. She only looks at him, a bit expectantly, as she awaits his answer to the ghost's question.