She's still smiling when she pulls back, slow and reluctant, and turns to pull herself out of the springs.
The freckles, as one could determine, do end up everywhere. But beyond just that are the scars, markers of battles survived. Most of them are simple things - where a bandage works better than wasting spells, things that'll fade in time or are fading since they've been allowed care. Things not worthy of mention, really, when her frame says that while she's not a fighter swinging a sword around, she does fight. Staffs require discipline as well.
And then, only visible when she turns around, is the rather more vivid one - the one that looks like someone didn't so much fail at closing the wound as not give a shit about it. The biggest on her frame, a hack doctor's work at opening up her insides and shoddily closing, because it was going to happen again and again. But still, she's here. Still, she's smiling, inviting him to get out and join her.
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The freckles, as one could determine, do end up everywhere. But beyond just that are the scars, markers of battles survived. Most of them are simple things - where a bandage works better than wasting spells, things that'll fade in time or are fading since they've been allowed care. Things not worthy of mention, really, when her frame says that while she's not a fighter swinging a sword around, she does fight. Staffs require discipline as well.
And then, only visible when she turns around, is the rather more vivid one - the one that looks like someone didn't so much fail at closing the wound as not give a shit about it. The biggest on her frame, a hack doctor's work at opening up her insides and shoddily closing, because it was going to happen again and again. But still, she's here. Still, she's smiling, inviting him to get out and join her.