"When you shake it around too much, it starts to.. well, 'decompose' in a way? And it leaves that stuff behind." Daya looked down at his fingers. "You could make some great face paint with that, too. It looks cool." She said, then looked at Ethan. Dang, using magic is that tiring?

Once they got back to the outpost, Daya plopped onto the ground, rubbing her face. She dug through her bag, and took out some gauze and medicine for her small wound.