A tear danced down Emee's cheek as his skin color was pointed out. He was clearly cursed, and everyone could see it. Who had cursed him? Syna came to his mind as the most probable. He had not done her anything, but sometimes the choices of gods were blurred of reason for mortals. It seemed Syna wanted him to be as the mortals as long as she could control his visage. "Yes. I am brown," came his response. It was short, but the words were clearly affected by the mood bought forth in him by the big stranger.
Emee was surprised by the stranger's need to hug him, but he decided it was best not to resist. The stranger was clearly more powerful than him, and he would rather be able to move all his limbs like they should be moved after this encounter. Therefore, he raised his six arms and reached out for the big man who came stumbling towards him. He even faked a smile.