Brisa had been doing her best to keep out of the way.  Stronger than she was when she stared on this trip, she was no where near the boy's strength.  Not to mention she tended to be a bit clumsy.  The only reason she had worked on building a camp so smoothly was it had become routine.  She learned fast, but she could not improvise.  At least not in some areas.  

She looked out through the rain and saw...nothing.  It was just too much rain.  She blinked trying to clear the rain from her eyes but it was no use.  Instead she took the sharpened stick that she had been handed and tried to figure out how she could use it.  She was no fighter but she could poke someone with a stick.  Maybe.  She was still working over how to use it when she heard Aiden's call about fire magic. 

She almost laughed outloud.  How could he be so clueless; she was no more a true mage than the others were able to claim the title of the classes they studied.  She had to remind herself only a student of magic would know the difference between a neophyte like her and a true mage.  And only a true mage could weild fire magic that was impervious to rain.  Her magics were simple at best, tiny things that could be used to make life easier not so much for combat.    

She didn't realize how much she would have to learn to adapt herself to this adventure, but she would learn, and learn fast or die.  Maybe she had to be a bit more subtle about her actions, to learn to think outside the box.  She discarded the idea of the fire cantrip even as she joined the boys, just slightly behind them, her own sharpened stick she laid on the ground nearby, not wanting it to trip either her or them and knowing it was best it not be in her hands if she came up with any kind of plan.  

As she looked out into the dreary weather, the gray and the rain, then at the backs of the two boys standing in front of her, one thing did jump to her mind.  Argurios was too noticeable, his garments were sturdier, darker, and occasionally the flash of metal could be seen from grommets and belt.  But Aiden might work...his clothes were duller, older, and more muted.  Plus he was smaller, easier to fade away. She looked him over carefully, scrutinizing him like a seamstress inspecting her stitches.  It was a good thing the boys had their backs to her or her blatant staring might have aroused some suspicion.  

She stepped up behind Aiden and spoke in a very low voice, aware that a whisper would carry further than softly spoken words. 

“You are going to have to trust me” she said placing slim fingers on his cheek from behind.  

She whispered the words before he could react, letting the cantrip magic flow through her and into him.  It washed over him turning him a very dull and unobtrusive shade of gray.  The exact same shade as the light through the rain.  It wasn't much, but it might be just enough to let him fade into background.  And maybe that would give him some sort of edge.  She had planned to use the spells to change their hair color in case someone from the town was looking for them, it was the fastest means of disguise.  Maybe this would work too.    

Everything was a dull gray color, and now too was Aiden.  A second casting turned his cloak to an identical shade and that was all she had.  Her last spell was her firefinger, useful in normal circumstances but here in the oppressive rain it would be useless.  She picked up her spear and prayed to Mystra for help, because if there was trouble they would need it.  She hid a smile as she realized that the spell was permanent, the only way to turn his skin back to “skin” color was to recast the spell.  And for that she needed another night of study.  She hoped he wouldn't be too mad.