Joel

You can’t help but gasp at the sight of her, and your eyes widen in disbelief. She looks so much more beautiful than you remember.

Her head drops back down, her hair once again covering her face. She doesn’t say a word.

The rogue’s head is lowered as she looks down at the floor, her hair covering her face. She is dirty, scratched and bruised. She’s skinny and thin, looking like she hasn’t eaten properly in a long time. Her clothes are torn and ripped, barely hanging on to her body.