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[scarfedingly]

[So Mina woke up in an underbust corset and split-crotch silk bloomers, but in her usual pragmatic way, she's less worried about that than the fact that her scarf is missing, replaced by the collar. The collar which is not even vaguely enough to cover the scars on her mangled neck. Her hair is loose, so she pulls it around to cover them for the

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[stewardedingly]

[Oh, look, a man to snarl at and a sword to try and cut the collar with!]

[Faramir is wandering warily around the place, long black hair loose, chest and feet bare, and with... indecently tight leather leggings on. They chafe when he walks, which is really starting to get to him, but at least he's wearing something, and the world left him his swordbelt if you know what I mean wait what]

[He looks rather horrified at her seeing him like this, but to his credit, he rallies quickly and with dignity]

...Lady.

[He bows. DAT ASS]

[scarfedingly]

[Curtly]

Faramir. Not entirely the most decorous of situations to find oneself in. If I may?

[Gestures at his sword.]

[stewardedingly]

[He nods, drawing his sword and offering it to her hilt-first]

I caution thee, lady. I know not of what these collars are made, but my steel will not dent it, if it is for that thou requirest my blade.