Kire blinked when he explained what he meant by [i]her[/i] face, the late hour already slowing down her mind. She had only been half-serious when she mentioned the possibility of showing her own face, but this was something else. “If you can manage it, and if Ysaryn would be willing to play ‘docile’, it would probably get us far enough in.” She looked at him, seeing the same exhaustion on his face that was probably on hers, too. “It’ll take you all night to do, though, wouldn’t it? And if we’re making our move right before dawn, that leaves us with a narrow window. Would it be as difficult as giving me this face, though? Change my hair, remove my scar, change my eyes, and you’d basically have her. Though it looks like she frowns a lot less. Besides the obvious labor that goes into the enchantment though, are you alright with doing that?”