Taryn woke early to find that the Kyote were gone, leaving behind some food set neatly by the fire which was burning low this morning. They were supposed to go with them. She hoped treachery was not planned. She frowned at the weakness the nightmares created, the need for the warmth and comfort. She had managed this long without it but having had the soothing  touch of being held, Taryn wondered how long it would take her to wean herself from it when they parted company. That thought made her frown.<br/><br/>She paced the floor, noting that the storm from yesterday seemed to be past. They really should move out. With that in mind, she pulled her hair out of a plait, noticing that it was no longer stark white but tinged with a peach color. Taryn rolled her eyes but at least she knew that eventually her hair would return to red. One up side to this purification was that if she needed a disguise, this would be a handy way to do it. She use her talent, he use his and poof. Disguised. Pulling off her uniform, she used a dab of canteen water to cleanse herself. Face clean, Hair freshly plaited, Taryn pulled her uniform pants on.<br/><br/>Hearing Raschen's breathing change, she turned to see him propped up on one elbow watching her intently.