[Evil Tink]

"I will be fine. You're little friend filled me up rather nicely." She gently spurred the Arab's sides, sending him galloping after the white horse. "We don't need to waste time going back to your camp anyway. Besides, the marks will disappear after a few hours anyway." She reached forward as the ran, adjusting the cloak and clasping it around the horse's neck; the clasp glowing rather brightly. "Oh knock it off you, it's that or the horse." She flicked the eye-looking stone with a wince as she did so. "Damn wi-cloak."