Hazel would be pleased to see that yes, Marianne’s tent did include all the wonderfully morbid items she expected the dark mage to own and possess. Though there was an emphasis on eyes as always, the floating orbs lying still in sustained jars of…something.

“Yes, the others seem to find no interest with the more subtle aspects of the human body,” she answered Hazel’s statement while leading her further into her domain. “Ah, but not to worry Miss Subject. When I poke and prod the camp occupant’s bodies tonight I’ll cast some hexes on them so they can enjoy the wonders of their own body too!”

That…was disturbing to think about in itself. It spoke wonders on what sort of activities Marianne had in mind for the rest of the camp to experience at night. Then again, it was probably best to not consider the thought. Ever.

The eye-patched girl led Hazel to her bed, practically dragging and placing her atop the sheets. Then she went off to retrieve some wonderful tools to use on Hazel while the sun was still high. Some hexes were most potent when the light was strongest. That was because the curses lasted longer when paired directly with its opposite.

“I’m back,” Marianne called out softly.

Strangely enough, all she had with her was a writing utensil and a sheet of paper. Putting them aside, she closed the distance between them once more and oh so happily invaded the other girl’s personal space and privacy.

Then she just stood there, knowing smirk all across her visage as she waited for a reaction.