Kimmuriel doesn't flinch, exactly, but the sheer amount of magic being suddenly released is impossible for him not to feel - especially since it is magic not of this plane. He knows that - it is strange in a way he cannot quite describe even to himself - from the moment the man in front of him sheds all his...bindings? Illusions?

He raises his eyebrows when the aasimar...? in front of him is done.

"You did mention that," he says. "But I question if the form you are most comfortable with counts as discreet." Really, it's terribly gaudy...

He thinks about it for a moment. "If anyone we might encounter asks, you would do well to say you are a very strange aasimar. They are not so common around here, if I recall."