Surprise, concern, and distrust all blurred through the dragoon's expression as she looked at her rival. "You should...keep it. Use it for yourself. I have my own." As time passed, her breathing became less labored and most of her injuries faded away while her magical armor mended itself back into proper form. She finally did away with her camouflaged skin and the rogue was greeted with the familiar colorations of her rival's appearance.<br/><br/>When she reached up to brush her crimson hair out of her eyes, the act revealed the face of a twenty-something year-old woman with a mix of Tethyrian, Calimshite, and draconic features. Mending cuts and bruises aside, her skin was of a smooth, nearly glowing amber tone and faint clouds of icy mist escaped her full, ruby lips as she answered, "Soanala." before she chuckled. "I never thought I'd see the day you did something other than annoy me."<br/><br/>Large scales of blueish-gray with silver highlights rested on her forehead and traced along her hairline and jawline then up the center of her scalp. More of these scales rested on smooth shoulders. Though her mithral breastplate masked her ample bosom, the torn gown she wore did little to mask her voluptuous hips and derriere and her toned thighs. Metallic green eyes focused on her temporary partner as she continued on. "But this cult is an enemy to us both. Know you their motives and what they intend to do with their prizes?"