Lucyal
WHY DID YOU NOT REMIND ME OF THIS
Na'ima hadn't been sure what to expect when revealing to Hel what she had done, but she supposed she hadn't been expecting that. She watched with amusement as the ghoul looked at herself and started flapping her arms like an idiot, and then she couldn't help but grin behind the safety of her veil when Hel spoke aloud of her approval for the henna. "Very good, I am glad you like it." And she was being sincere; Na'ima was a very proud individual, so to have someone like something she had done was very pleasing to her.
And she had enjoyed the silence while it had lasted. Sigh. "It will last for a few weeks if you allow it time to dry."
