"Sure," Iestyn agreed. He pulled out a big blush brush and stroked it over his fingertips, back and forth as his mind circled the same old thoughts. Where was Henry now? Was he okay? Was he... alive?
Pulling out a purple palette, Iestyn swirled the brush in it, and the looked at his face in the mirror. Almost without deciding to, he swiped the brush under his eyes instead of on the lids. Would Henry look as sallow and washed out as Addy had looked after they got out? Would his cheeks be dark and hollow? Iestyn hadn't shaved in a few days and the stubble on his jaw was getting long, for him, not that he ever could grow much facial hair anyway. He carved out his cheeks with a dark red and purple, finding a cold tone.