Phoebe smiled slightly, already looking more comfortable. Ashura always did have a knack for putting her at ease, somehow. One black hand moved up to touch one of the marks, her fingers touching it exactly without even having to look. She'd long since memorized the patterns and streaks, after all.

"The castle." She sighed, "Haven't you heard people talking? People have been waking up like this, with different marks, stains." She paused, eyes dropping a little, "The general thought is that they're representations of regrets or hidden truths."