Giggle waited, patiently. She hadn't liked the idea of rolling on her side--exposing her belly to that long, sharp beak--but Azure seemed trustworthy enough. That didn't mean Giggle wasn't once again fidgeting on the ground, stray thoughts tormenting her, as she waited.

But... it was done, in the end--and when she stood, the dye on her left flank was not (after a quick glancing check) even smudged. She looked down at the leg-band, lifting the paw, setting it down, then walking a short circle. "It fits just fine," she said, hoarse voice almost motherly in how reassuring her tone sounded. Her agitation was again forgotten.

The old hyena paced to the water pan, and stared at her reflection. Now she looked just right: the baubled stone illuminated the skull-face from beneath, her reflection a skull with dark eyes swimming in the water below.

She looked to Azure. "Not to keep repeatin' myself, but. It's perfect. You did great." She was pleased--deeply so. The paint looked mystical, colorful, adding to Giggle's own natural shades; it looked just a little sinister, but not so much as to be untrusting. And the cords of bones, primitive as they were (and that did just add to the appeal, really) looked to her like pure artistry.

"It's fantastic. Thank you. Can I help you clean up, at all?" she offered, glancing around the now-messy workspace--at the scraps of leather lying here and there, the uncapped jar of water, the mortars wet with unused dye, and the brushes in the pan.