He doesn't know Stone, but he's miserable enough that he's willing to take the chance, he hasn't seemed like a threat yet. So Kuai shucks his metal shoulder guards off and pulls the leather armor over his head. Beneath it his skin is blue, shimmery and very reptilian.

No amount of contorting in front of a mirror would allow him to really see what the problem was, so he's not sure how bad it is. On either side of his spine are two vertical slashes through the scales where he should have had wings, but are now red angry gashes. Not bleeding anymore, and it's not a gaping wound, but it hasn't scarred over or healed.

"That's odd. Time distortions only happened in my world when the gods interfered in the timeline. But it usually affected everyone, not one person. Were you maybe seeing into the future? If only briefly?"