Daniel is a perfectly healthy young man, perhaps just out of his teens. Sure, his skin has the unhealthy pallor of one who sees no light other than a computer monitor for weeks at a time. His eyes seem not only unfocused, but focused in different directions. And sure, it looks like he had a recent growth spurt he still has not grown into, all long bones and insufficient muscle mass. But he's looked this way since he was a young boy. This is what normal is, for him. He keeps his hair cut neatly, his clothes fashionable and pressed, and he does not attract attention.

If you can see as a changeling can, Daniel looks a little different. His flesh is bruise coloured and looks in danger of dripping like wax. If someone had been buried in his dust-infused, red velvet suit, it was at least forty years ago. His hair is coated in grease, and all of his joints bend slightly wrongly.