A shocked sound escaped Asta's lips when Giulia pointed out her sun-reddened skin and made Asta realize her own was going pink as well.  Now that she was aware of the damage it began to hurt just like her dazzled eyes turned traitor and refused to really cooperate.  The bottle was some sort of medicine, Asta decided, and she took it from Giulia but uncertainly, not quite sure what all to do with it.  Did Giulia want her to put it on her own skin, or help Giulia apply it to herself, maybe where the pretty woman couldn't reach?  Mouth twitched to one side, she held the bottle with one hand and reached out to take Giulia's hand with the other, linking their fingers together and walking together with her, half-guiding and half being guided, until they were out of the merciless hammering of the sun and under the protection of the shade from the trees.  The difference in how it felt on her skin was immediate and Asta realized just how much of a danger the sun in this place was.<br/><br/>It was the first time ever she'd thought of the sun as an enemy, an evil thing, and not welcomed it with happy feelings.  That was a betrayal of everything she knew and rocked her much like a Christian would be if Jesus had come down off the cross and started whipping people instead of promising them salvation and mercy.  Her lips quivered and she clutched tighter at Giulia's fingers, almost painfully so, and would not let go for anything even when the painted man pulled them together to try and -<br/><br/>And what?  She stared blankly at him, too lost in her feelings and the misery of her skin to understand what he meant or what he wanted.  Was he some sort of shaman?  Asta looked at Giulia and stood closer to her, bare skin against Giulia's for comfort.