[ he will open the door without hesitation; lotor's own skin a darker color than it typically is, his eyes a darker pool. still the same elogated ears, and white hair, but when allura's own effervescence meets his, he . . . squints, a bit, feeling the aching itch at his eyes, at the light, and he exhales before stepping aside, to let her in. ]

Of course you would be a --

[ a . . . whatever she is, and lotor quickly closes the door behind him, resting his back against it, looking frustrated. ]

Something is wrong with me, I cannot go into the sun, into light, without being blinded. I feel weak, in it, and it feels as if my entire being has been shifted, changed, somehow . . .

[ this is literally what he called you here for sorry girl ]