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Zara has been eating a little more regularly lately. It takes effort, since she has neither the inclination nor the stomach for it, but she's been, and because her body is so hungry it's gone right to her bones and she looks astonishingly less gaunt. Still skinny, skinny enough to make you worry, but her hair, which is still growing in, in a little more lustrous, and her skin not as sallow and brittle, and her face less angrily tragic.
She's standing at a table in a main room of the Mansion, dressed in a very fine green gown that, while it can't possibly make her pretty, does look very nice; it's gentle to her sharp angles. Her hair is brushed and tied in a green kerchief.
There's a medium rectangle of cardstock propped up on the table beside her that says, in her best penned letters, "Cheep hor. Inkwir heer."
She's standing at a table in a main room of the Mansion, dressed in a very fine green gown that, while it can't possibly make her pretty, does look very nice; it's gentle to her sharp angles. Her hair is brushed and tied in a green kerchief.
There's a medium rectangle of cardstock propped up on the table beside her that says, in her best penned letters, "Cheep hor. Inkwir heer."