[She would reserve judgement on the cruelty or the kindness for a later date, like with most things in her life the two sides of that coin were ever in flux.
She chuckled, amused despite herself and picked out a tunic in a sand color edged in brown to hold up for the mirror. It would look lovely with a pair of fitted trousers and a belt.]
I’ve worn worse. Have we done the Aplan tomb yet?
[Military camouflage and damp salt air. It had taken weeks for her hair to recover. Her tone was teasing, held a hit of innuendo when she continued.]
no subject
She chuckled, amused despite herself and picked out a tunic in a sand color edged in brown to hold up for the mirror. It would look lovely with a pair of fitted trousers and a belt.]
I’ve worn worse. Have we done the Aplan tomb yet?
[Military camouflage and damp salt air. It had taken weeks for her hair to recover. Her tone was teasing, held a hit of innuendo when she continued.]
Truly awful uniform, apart from the handcuffs.