He nodded. "When my mask got broken, I changed form," he replied, gesturing to the bone mask that covered one cheek. "But when I use my sword I get some of it back. Tail, ears, claws, even most of the armor." As if it was perfectly normal for a panther to have armor. The change in her color was certainly strange, but he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. At least, he thought he did.