"I got it," Faeryma bent down in front of the campfire and muttered a few words. The kindling crackled and burned and soon a little merry fire was going. The warmth was very nice indeed after the chill of the labyrinth. "You should get some rest," she told Merric as she took the dress from him. "I'll keep watch and then we'll swap later."<br/><br/>Only after Merric was asleep did the witch try on the dress. It was very pretty and contrasted nicely with her tanned skin, but didn't complement her muscles quite as well. It would be perfect if she were still fit, but just a little less muscular and a bit more feminine to match, she thought. Oh well... Sitting beside the fire, she realized that she hadn't eaten anything since her arrival in her labyrinth, and her stomach was growling with hunger. She took a piece of fruit, it looked sweet and succulent but then probably anything would look appetizing to her in her state, and bit into it.