She’d once possessed elegant, dark locks that flowed past her waist. But that was before she’d crudely cut it to shoulder length, leaving the ends shredded and in disarray. Her skin, once smooth and flawless, now carried the scars and calluses expected from her predicament. And her eyes. She wondered if they shone as they once had, or if they’d dimmed like the female’s, carrying the last year and a half of pain within their depths.
