[Thrall smiles softly, encouragingly, and dips his fingers in the first bowl. The paint is stark red-orange against his green fingers. He starts with little swirls on Hiro's cheeks. Though his hands are large, he is gentle so as not to hurt Hiro with his (recently trimmed) claws. Every movement is tender, marking him as a healer, or at least a gentle soul, as much as he's a warrior.]
Fire, [he explains.] To warm your soul and light your way.
[The paint dries quickly, at least. He adds more little runes and marks in the bright paint. It's very... shamanistic.]
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Fire, [he explains.] To warm your soul and light your way.
[The paint dries quickly, at least. He adds more little runes and marks in the bright paint. It's very... shamanistic.]