A reddish tone would be a slight difference, and Sage was right- It would change the perception of her eye and skin colour too. She wouldn't tint her skin, that would take too much work, but maybe she could contour her face to change the look of her features. She'd seen women do it before, granted they were using fancy cosmetics, but they wouldn't been derived from natural items anyway. She decided that is anyone knew what to use it was Sage. "I don't think tinting my skin will be too useful," she explained. "But what if I just contoured my face for different features? I could change the angles of my cheekbones, my nose, the shape of my jaw. Would walnut bark do that, or is there something more effective that we can find before we have to do so?" She asked.

Hopefully they would be long gone by then indeed. Madrigal didn't imagine that it would take more than a week or two to get to the Range, but it would be a few days hike into the mountains, and they would have to find a good place for them to make their home. It might take a while to find the optimal spot, especially if they would be sharing the turrain with dragons. But in the event that one (or both) of them was caught, or they were hung up for some other reason, having supplies for touch-ups would be useful.

But it was getting late, and they needed to get some rest for the night. They could find the supplies they needed for the make-over in the morning. "It's getting late. We should rest until daybreak, we'll find the relevant supplies tomorrow. Should we take shifts to keep watch? I don't mind going first."

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"I don't mind always going first. That is a good idea. This way we always know what the deal is, we won't have to argue each time it's time to get some sleep." Madrigal shot Sage a grin. She knew that wouldn't really happen, at least not whilst they were still getting to know each other. Although, she might just want to argue for the sake of arguing. Just to spice things up if it got a little boring.

Madrigal meticulously cleaned and polished her blades in front of their fire as Sage slipped into a state of unconsciousness, periodically looking up at the vivid starry night sky in admiration of their universe. Oh what an awesome sight it was to see, never would she get bored of it. The sounds of the natural environment washed over her like a warm hug and she turned her attention on each one in turn.

Falling asleep was an act of vulnerability and trust, she knew. It was why she suggested Sage sleep first. She flicked her gaze up to glance at his sleeping form, curled up and peaceful. Madrigal assumed it was the dragon in him that found that position peaceful. She couldn't imagine anything worse, normally waking up each morning to find herself sprawled out, her blanket twisted around her limbs. But to each their own, she thought.

Once her knives were shining as much as she could make them shine, Madrigal got up and searched for a reasonably chunky piece of wood. On her long journeys with the Ciradellian 'special forces', one of the higher ranking officers and someone she looked up to had taught her to carve to take her mind off their mission. In the beginning, she would overthink so much that, it would make her almost too sick to take on mission, on the verge of putting everyone else in danger of dying. Now, she wanted to carve to facilitate her reflection upon the last few days. So much had changed, and she could barely keep up.

Minutes later, she found the perfect piece. Only when she finished her carving some hours later, did she tuck the little wooden figure into her cloak pocket and wake Sage up to take his turn on second watch.