Belle continued to keep her hand on the side of the mighoul's face until every inch of his shadow like a body covered itself with skin and flesh. Everyone in the room looked at her with a shocked expression on their face as they had never seen anyone do something like this before. No mortal or dead had ability like this. Lucas turned to Greed, to say,
"Go get clothes for him to wear."
Belle pulled her hand away from Hector, leaving the mighoul who looked like a mortal right now. He looked scrawny like a human who had not been fed for weeks. She had hoped to be able to see his face, a face that he once used to possess when he was part of the land of the living. Hector had straight silver hair that was long. His skin was paler than anyone in here, his eyes grey in colour.
When Greed brought clothes, Hector was helped to wear them as the mighoul had lost its ability to think and comprehend, even how to wear clothes. Lucas put his scythe back.