"It's ... okay." To be honest Solomon was rather startled by the way some of Erskine's leaves fluttered toward him, in the way regard did. Not all of them; not all of the man's attention was on him any more than the subject matter. But some of it was, and it startled Solomon because there was something almost protective about the movement. As if Erskine was genuinely trying to save Solomon's dignity.

He didn't expect it, and spent a moment blinking at Erskine in bemusement before shaking his head.

Valkyrie's parents might have had a right to know their daughters' movements, but to demand unconditional answers just because of that was foolish. Some things they would be better off not knowing. Some things were too private to be known by anyone except those immediately present. For practicality's sake, Solomon was going to have to be the sacrificial lamb, and since they were so eager, he wasn't going to hold back. They'd asked.

"I had my eyes gouged out," he said mildly, "by my former-but-still-evil brethren. They used magic to cut the optical cords and then removed them. While I was still awake, by the way. Necromancy is all about death, you see; the use of it sort-of means there's no turning back." Usually. "Our resident medical genius could put my eyes back, but he couldn't repair what was already destroyed. Do you have any other questions, by any chance?"