Note: It seemed logical at the time. If you really want to hear my reasoning, PM me.

A shadow loomed over her shoulder in the mirror, shaggy and unkempt like the bear he kept joking about. Shilo ignored him, secure in the innocent assumption that he wasn't going to hurt her, and continued delicately flicking the eyebrow pencil against her skin. She was almost done with the left eyebrow but the other side of her face remained hairless, as smooth as if waxed. A large hand suddenly plucked the pencil from her fingers and Shilo turned, a pout on her lips.

"Give that back."

"You have no eyebrows," Graverobber observed, his own eyebrows raised slightly as he looked at her. "And you're bald." His eyes flicked back and forth from her wig to her missing eyebrow. He grinned suddenly. "You're completely hairless, aren't you?"

"I was made that way," Shilo snapped, attempting and failing to grab the pencil back from him. "It was a side effect of my medicine - the poison, it made my hair fall out." Shilo paused, watching his face and the way he didn't seem to find her condition in the least bit unusual. "It never grew back."

"So you draw boring imitations on your face." The Graverobber leaned in close, aiming the pencil at her face. "Stay still," he said when she squirmed away before the pencil could touch her. "Let me show you how it's done."

"You're going to make me look silly," Shilo protested even as she stilled and let him draw on her face.

"Stop squirming," Graverobber instructed, a smirk on his painted lips. "Don't you trust me?"

"No," she replied frankly.

Graverobber just grinned at her response. He smudged and wiped off her perfectly applied left eyebrow, scribbling in its place with alarming speed. It made Shilo worry that it would look like a squiggly dark brown caterpillar had landed on her face, maybe two of them. What on earth was he drawing?
Graverobber finished with a flourish and spun her about so she was facing the mirror again. Shilo was stunned.

Her eyebrows were drawn as mirror images of the same, surprisingly intricate pattern, positioned in the exact right place where real eyebrows would have been. They made her look strangely┘ saucy. Shilo examined her face from different angles, trying out a frown, then a smile. She looked at the space above her shoulder in the mirror to see Graverobber's wicked grin.

"They look good," she admitted grudgingly.

"You sound surprised," he drawled, handing the pencil back.

Shilo opened her mouth to reply but could think of nothing to say. The silence had gone on too long for a witty comeback when she finally made her reply; "So now that you've broken into my house and drawn on my face, what exactly were you planning to do next?"

"I thought I'd steal some food," Graverobber replied, casually leaning in the open doorway, "sit in a chair, sleep in a bed..."

"Very funny," Shilo told him. She placed the eyebrow pencil back where it belong and pushed past him and into the hall. "You're not sleeping in my bed."

"Not yet," he agreed. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ugh."

"Daddy wouldn't approve," Graverobber teased, following her down the stairs.

"You're disgusting," Shilo pulled a face,