"I think the ones uncles had will fit okay if we can order the same ones."

They can.

Good.

When she goes to bed they write up a long list of concerns for the doctor to look into.

"Her hair looks duller. We can compare pictures, we're not just imagining it."

"Still doesn't eat very much and definitely not a balanced diet."

"Really small for what we're guessing is her age based on her abilities."

"Pretty pale for how much time she spends in the sun."

"And also she bleeds something clear and sticky and definitely not blood."

Sigh. Hug.

"I'll leave that one off the list until you're sure of our doctor."

Nod.

When she wakes up in the morning her hair is barely blue at all. It hasn't faded to any recognizably Amentan color - if you subtracted the rest of the blue to extrapolate, it'd be closest to yellow, but too brown.

She gets breakfast. Bread and jam and a little of an avocado and a little of a bell pepper.

Her parents, when they come downstairs, are quite alarmed!

"...what?" She has not looked in a mirror.

" - uh, your hair. It is fading. To an alien color."

"...the oranges said they checked for hair dye."

"Yes, they did."

"They pulled out a hair, and looked at the root, and it was blue too."

"And it changed all over, it's not just that the roots are growing in a different color. I think it's probably magic."

"Why are all my magic powers stupid? Why can't I have something good like being able to fly?"

"I don't know!"

"Do we know you can't fly?" Sigh. "We can dye your hair."

"Okay."

"Did you like the color it was before?"