He sinks into the truth that Eir exposes, feeling the dark waters of guilt, regret, and loneliness slowly rising like a pool filling with misty rains. Little things over eons that he not only missed but lost out on-- big things that he clearly must have missed with how the world around him already seemed changed and reshaped. He is feeling very much the reality settling into his bones, a great weight becoming another part of him like how his state of being is being shaped by the new air, the magic-depleted air of this new world.
Eir looks not at all like he regrets his contribution, a creature of honesty as he normally was. He feels badly for those Judas had left behind, those Judas made him leave behind. He could appear, but in a place like that cave, he could only go so far in a straight direction. In that state of inward wandering, Eir was at the end of his leash within the immediate vicinity of the cave.
The duo do not even realize that Myrna is there until her brilliant form catches some of the light and Eir turns his eyes towards her, bobbing his head in a clear avian brand search for the flash he had seen. Judas looks up, notices, only because Eir has quieted when normally there would have been plenty more admonishing. His eyes then catch the same flash of near-white that snaps his head around as it had done for Eir when he’d stooped on his lifelong partner.
For a moment, Eir grows large - impossibly large, near to an albatross, wings poised and arched in readiness… neither beast she approached believed the innocence of appearance or the purity of outward trappings. Judas flicks his black ears into his thick mane nostrils flared as his heart races against the fear building that he’d again slept too near to some haunt of Carnage’s and he’d finally crossed that demon’s path once more after eons of keeping his distance. The relief on his face upon seeing her is blatant; he had always been of the opinion Carnage was too vain or proud to veil his image as anyone else, although he had never had proof of this belief.
He looks on her, this new mare, with relief and yet a mild bit of awkwardness - having long been in only his own and Eir’s company. She has horns like he recalled of Moriarty, only white and glowing in many rainbows of colors overlaying white. Her mane, it seems, travels the whole length of her spine with little flowers strewn through it as if she had just rolled in a spring meadow-- she speaks and his attention is captured. "So are you twins, or is one of you copying the other?" She asks, and he feels the compulsion to answer for no reason other than she was more beautiful than any creature he’d seen in so long.
"When he appeared out of me, my breast was colored as his was." It was an oversimplification, spoken in a hushed voice, eyes locked on her and unmoving - his face shorn of any emotion save surprise. Some surprise of seeing so wildly traited a creature and the rest, some from the fact he’d bother to inform a stranger of what it was that’d made them… him… no, them. He looks to Eir, realizing that the bird was not his phantom form and had invited comment. It was rare for Eir to idly travel in his solid form; he must have been so angry to have done otherwise.
"Who are you, Miss..." he begins, still sounding a bit softened by distracted surprise, but voice deep enough to sound a rumble, "I have been sleeping… for a very long time. The whole world feels different, changed..."