"Do you want to put some on?" Friya offered the makeup to Nalrond.
"Yes, thank you." He reverted to his human form and took the small container, staring at its contents with great focus. "How do I use this thing, exactly?"
"Silly man." Friya chuckled as she swiped her thumb on his mouth and cheeks.
Nalrond lost just a few droplets of water, but his lips cracked while his skin became taut. She then applied a little makeup on his hands and face.
"There. You now look exactly like one of the people from the Black Stork tribe I treated for sunburns today."
"Thanks." He replied. "Between my bronze skin and magic, I never got burned."
"Lucky bastard." She sighed. "Let's change our clothes and get this over with. I'm parched for less than a minute, and I can't stand it already."
