The effect of her eyes glowing acid-yellow is shocking in the dark - it's the first thing R sees of her, the rest of her a ghostly outline in the moonlight, all hard sharp angles in a dress. Huh. Last time he met Karis, she'd also been in a dress, and it'd looked just as wrong on her then as it does now. (The drape on her bones is terrible). It's hard to tell where she's looking when all he sees is a general glow and he can't tell if she's looking at him or over his shoulder.

R hurries to distract Karis, stumbling over his lie.

"Probably...Tribute. No - no...one," R wants to wince even before he's finished moaning. That's literally the best he could do on such short notice, and he knows she won't nod and pat him on the head for getting a few words choked out. "You...eat?"

R raises a hand limply, trying to point at the bloody patches all over her claws and the dress. Why should he be even surprised? She obviously did better out there than he did, even on something as basic as feeding. R tries to ignore his own hunger pulling at him, telling him to shuffle around on his heel and lead Karis back to Howard because he's also had enough trying to hunt alone. R lets the hand drop to his side, stubbornly keeping his mouth shut before he tries lying again. Silence for now feels safer. Let her do the talking.