As she worked, he did his best to ignore the implements flying around his face. It seemed a lifetime ago that he'd first seen Lyra lift something, and now he was allowing a stranger to paint his face, which just went to show how quickly a person could adapt to a strange situation. Ever since he'd seen the doctor threading needles with an aura, he had a lot more confidence in the precision of their fields, which meant that as long as he could override his body's natural instinct to shy away from the shimmering blue eyeliner brush, he would probably be fine.