Amullette's POV
The dress appeared on the lawn chair next to her. It unnerved her but she picked it up and sent Kroan away so she could change. She went to the large bedroom mirror and, for the first time in years, truly examined her reflection. It was strange and unfamiliar to her. She closed her eyes tight against the initial shock of what she saw. She turned away to give herself a moment to relax. She opened her eyes, and turned back to the mirror.
She was painfully thin. Her brown skin was ashen and pasty. With her hair cut short, there was very little in her reflection that looked feminine or beautiful to her. She stripped off her prison uniform and let her eyes roam over the reflection of her thin arms and legs. Her stomach was beyond flat and her breasts were only two small nubs
