Zaer thought about disguising her for a moment, and then shook his head. "If we tried anything to disguise you, even if you looked like you were born in the place, you'd still stick out like a sore thumb. You just don't have the same..." he tried to think of the right word to describe it. "... air about you. Trying to disguise you would make it worse, like you're trying to infiltrate. And trust me, if they see you're with me, they'll let us through." He didn't tell her why, he knew that would come to light once they went down.<br/><br/>After walking back to the camp, opened up one of the packs and took out a little bread, a piece of fruit, and a water skin. "Here. Like I said, you've been out for awhile, and the best I've been able to do is coax some water down your throat, and not much at that. You're going to need your strength." Even asleep, her body would have had to rely on her stored up fat (not that she had much to begin with) in order to sustain itself.<br/><br/>He sat down and leaned against a rock, studying her. "So, while you were out cold... were you having any dreams or anything?" He wondered if she had seen anything about the coming darkness, something that might give him a useful piece of information.