"Do I?" Solomon tilted his head slightly, still catching his breath, still with amusement on his face--hard though it was to tell. At least, harder than it would have been if he'd had unbandaged eyes. "I can't say I'm surprised, really. I was writhing in pain in a cell for the whole night. That sort of thing tends to have its effects."

Except ... was it? He didn't frown, but his features took an edge of contemplation. Was it because of the pain, or because of the reversed Surge? He had well and truly given up his magic; even if it became his eyesight, did that count as being used often enough to retain his normal lifespan? Or was the greyness a harbinger of a shortened time?

Did it really matter? Right now, his lifespan could very well be reduced to hours. And that was just after the fact he could well have lost it overnight. Most likely it was a combination of both, and there really wasn't anything he could do about it.

"I do hope it at least gives me a distinguished look. I'd ask for your opinion, except given your dress-sense I don't think I'd be able to trust it."