Ren stared at the small leather pouch in Drain's hand, then flicked his gaze back to her face. The single eye glinted with mischief under the dappled light filtering through the leaves.
"What do you mean, you need me for this?" he whispered, voice low but edged with suspicion.
Drain's lips curved into a sly, almost apologetic smile. "You'll understand in a second. Come here."
Before he could protest, she yanked the drawstring open and flung the shimmering powder straight at him. A cloud of fine, glittering dust exploded across his chest, face, and hair. Ren coughed violently, waving his arms to clear the air.
"What the hell, woman?!" he hissed between coughs, eyes watering.
Drain stepped back, but her gaze had already changed. Her visible eye widened, pupils dilating as she stared at him like he was something delicious laid out on a plate. Her breath hitched.
