Chapter 2- Enigma

Chapter 2
They decided they wouldn’t worry about it at the moment and decided to focus on more important thing… things like getting out of this evil hell-hole.
“So how do we do this?” asked the male.
“Well, first I need to know your name,” said Kytia
“My name is..." the male hesitated but finally said, "My name is Carmon."
"Carmon," said Kytia, tasting the flavour of his name.
The man grinned as her eyes widened in wonder as she looked up into his eyes from where she still lay on the floor.
"I see you like it," he said with a small laugh.
"It tastes like roses and ginger chocolate," said Kytia, a small blush on her cheeks.
Carmon smiled some more. "Well, yours tastes like lavender and honey, it reminds me of better days."
Kytia blushed harder. "Okay then..."
Carmon laughed but said, "Lets get this done... but first you might want to get dressed into something more..." Carmon trailed off, slightly embarrassed to finish his sentence.
Kytia stood up slowly and looked down at herself. She saw her torn clothes and gasped as she realised just how ruined her clothes were.
"Maybe you're right," she said with a smile.
"The cloth I brought will change colour, style and item at your will," he said with a smile as he handed her the cloth and walked over to the other side of the room and turned around, giving her some privacy.
Kytia unravelled the cloth and watched as it turned into clothes before her. She quickly undressed, taking off her underwear as well, before slipping on the newly created black underwear, black combat pants with multiple pockets that hung low on her hips, black combat boots which she laced up on top of her pants, a fitted burgundy tank with a low v-neck that showed the tops of her breasts and a fair amount of cleavage and a black leather jacket which she left unzipped before letting Carmon know that she was finished.
"Can you help me with my hair, please?" she asked Carmon shyly when he turned around.
It took Carmon a couple of seconds to get over seeing her in her new clothes but when he did he nodded and said, "Yes."
"Thanks," said Kytia and went to kneel before him so that he could braid her collarbone length, wavy black hair.
Carmon sat on the floor in front of her, not needing to kneel as he was so much taller than she was. He was 6'7' whilst she was a comparatively tiny 5'6'.  He gathered her collar-bone length, black hair and used a tiny brush to get out all of the knots.
He then flipped it all to one side and began french braiding the front section of her hair, effectively creating a sort of hairband. When he got to her temple he braided it normally before using his magic to hold it, like a hairband would, and putting her hair back where it lay naturally. He then twisted the braid around to the back of her head and used his magic to fasten it in place. The rest of the hair he tied in a bun low on her head.
"You look beautiful," he said when he finished doing her hair.
"How did you know how I like to wear my hair? It is uncommon for females in our race to wear the hair like this," she said, her voice equal parts confusion and awe.
"You're not like any other female I know," he said with a small smile.
She considered his words and then beamed up at him, happy that she wasn't the same as the others. She always had liked being different.
They heard footsteps above their heads and jumped, springing into action.
As Kytia strapped dozens of razor-sharp, black daggers around her thighs and calves and Carmon attached a sword to his waist and slung his backpack, with hers inside it, onto his back he said, "If they don't start hearing your screams of pain soon they'll come down to investigate. We have to be quick."

Author's Note

I am using British grammar and spelling.