Wings. They're the same-- six wings on the symbol, six wings on Serph.

[ Blake's brow furrows, staring down at the sketches. When she'd met Serph, he hadn't had six wings, but he's still easily recognizable from Jayce's sketch, so he must have manifested the wings after they met.

She pushes her sleeve up just enough to look again at the symbol on her wrist, next to the message. Unfortunately, she can't see anything immediately recognizable about it. The spiral with it's two wavy lines intersecting it doesn't immediately scream undead to her, nor does it seem to reflect any of her own changes. ]

Everybody's changes are different. [ She muses out loud, mostly in a murmur. ] Maybe there's different categories, and Serph's is celestial?

[ The squeaking and clanking finally draws her attention, and as Blake looks up, she's taken aback. Jayce looks horrible. He hadn't looked great when she'd arrived, and he looks even worse now. ]

Are you... okay? [ It comes out halfway between hesitant and concerned. ] Because you look like you're about to collapse.