"I don't think I look that different in most ways unless I'm standing in the sun and my hair does the thing."

"Well then, I suppose you were already very -"

"Symmetrical," he supplies. "Mostly the big change was the balance thing and also the superpowers. I didn't notice my eyes for weeks or my hair for months."

"I've definitely noticed your eyes."

"Because empowered have unusually good vision. Most likely."

"I'm hoping everyone just thinks it's Narnian ethnic variation even though there's no normal human with navy blue eyes, let alone iridescent hair."

"I assumed it was."

"Nope. My ancestors were from Japan. Do you know Japan exists yet?"

"Yes, though I've never seen anyone Japanese and the illustrations I've seen were highly exaggerated, judging by your features." 

"Were you looking at illustrations by Westerners or by people from Japan or China or something? The art style also differs."

"I've seen both."

"One time I saw an old picture of a white man drawn by a Japanese artist, who'd heard that he had 'blue eyes' but wasn't clear on what part of the eye was blue, so he was printed with black irises and blue sclera."

"-that sounds like it must have been quite something. I think the portrait I remember was done of an actual person, just with an added emphasis on their exotic features so as to sell better."

"Or they just didn't look much like me."

"That is also a possibility."

"Suppose it's just as well that I'm not outlandish-looking enough to provoke questions about my relationship to the fellow in the caricature."

"I expect many nobles assume that you are from some obscure smaller country in the Far East, and if any of them did see a similarity to that individual it would not contradict this."

"Fair enough, I guess I haven't been describing Narnia's absolute location."

"Yes - um. You got the country's name from a book, if I remember correctly?"

He can tell her about the Narnia books if she would care to hear about them.

And she can ask questions and pass the time while they're holding hands without her getting too flustered by trying not to stare directly at his eyes an unusually large amount. The next day at least there aren't any social events, and Lucette can spend it figuring out how to approach the Duke Metcalfe about an aquarium.

Haru goes for a run, and reads up on monster campaigns.

That night, as Haru enters his bedroom, a figure, hunched over and thin, stabs him through the chest with a crystal blade.

He has time to notice that it's there, which is also just enough time to notice that he does not want it to touch him. The flight that flinches him back from the assault could be mistaken for stumbling and catching himself, but only if you weren't paying attention; the fact that his shirt is unsliced and unbloodied could mean that he wasn't contacted, if you were paying a little more attention but still not that much.

He turns and bolts. "INTRUDER! NOT SURE IF IT'S A DEMON OR NOT!"

The intruder does not know what they did wrong but they are fast enough to try again, this time aiming to slice rather than stab.

(One of the guest house servants goes for the main house to awaken Lucette.)