[Iso can see thermal radiation + has magnetism like bees]

Her ear flickers uncertainly in response to his question. Hear what? she wants to ask, but doesn't. Instead, she allows her darkened skull to rotate to see if she catch whatever it is he is sensing. A frown creases her lips when she finds that there is ... nothing that seems extra ordinary to hear. It makes her feel distant from Volterra somehow - that he is inviting her to hear what it is he hears, but she cannot.

"I can become a raven when I choose. How do you know that I cannot also become a wolf?" There is an edge to her voice - as if subtly trying to emphasize that there is much about her that he doesn't know. Normally she prefers it that way - that those she encounters know little of her. But now .. with him ... it is something like an invitation. The depth of secrecy that she harbors is an opportunity; though her rational senses are still rigidly opposed to the idea of him breaching her depths.

"Tempted?" She repeats, as if the idea of temptation (at least in this context) is wholly foreign to her. Isopia hadn't noticed the black goo dripping from Volterra's nose (she had been far too busy trying to avoid looking at him for too long), until her eyes began to itch. Raising a wing (that may or may not have tried to brush casually against his flank as it moved towards her face), she rubbed at her golden eyes. Pulling her feathers back, she noticed the same black goo was now on her wing - presumably from her eyes. Blinking hard, the girl looked around and froze. Her nostrils flared as her gaze caught hold of the ocean. Instead of a faded gradient of blues and greens, the water was now a bright spectrum of pale yellows down to the darkest blues. "Do you see-" She began breathlessly, turning back to Volterra only to find that he too had become a patchwork of colour. No longer monochromatic, her giant friend now bloomed reds and yellows. Having no idea what this was - or that it corresponded to heat - the dark red patches closest the middle of his body - as well as the migrating pulse of his heart beat - meant little to her.

Pulling away from him, dark black adding to the already black patches around her eyes, she stared with wide-eyed confusion. "What's happening?"