Vena's crept further into the infirmary by then, as if to pick up the tray, but takes this chance to inspect the big guest closely. His muscles are more sharply defined than Lashan's, or the other bayot Sisters in the enclave. And he breathes more loudly. She's looking at his throat and seeing if he's got a bump in there by the time he finally acknowledges her presence. Frowning right back, she asks, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
She might be ten, or a bit older and runty. There are a few suggestions of old scars visible on her, though nothing clear and distinct other than a few pox marks. Traces of blackberry stain are much more obvious and she's gone some time without missing a meal. Vena's lightly patched clothing has panels of embroidery much like Lashan's but less colorful and elaborate and her long, clean hair is half bound in a square knot.
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She might be ten, or a bit older and runty. There are a few suggestions of old scars visible on her, though nothing clear and distinct other than a few pox marks. Traces of blackberry stain are much more obvious and she's gone some time without missing a meal. Vena's lightly patched clothing has panels of embroidery much like Lashan's but less colorful and elaborate and her long, clean hair is half bound in a square knot.