Slowly, one at a time, Ten placed herbs on a small stone, at the edge of the fire. He watched, as the flame licked up over the vegetation, turning it into a small pile of fragrant ash.
"Ignis, Terra, Plerumque Nubila," he chanted softly, stamping out the last embers, and scooping the ash into a stone bowl. He turned, and took the few steps over to Keara, before setting the bowl in front of her. He returned to the large flat rock, and picked up a small knife, and the pair of nipple clamps they had bought earlier.
"This is your part, pet," he said, kneeling back down. With her hands untied, her finger was the best place to draw blood from, and he took her hand in his own, while the other held the small dagger.