She was already in the bathroom wrapping up her morning routine. Since she was returning to the public, there were some habits she had to return to, like making herself look presentable.
She braided her hair down the side so it could hang over her shoulder in a more feminine way and was pleased that the end result looked nice, but there was more she could do. She didn’t want to look like she’d just returned from a dungeon of torture and near death, not when she could hide it.
There was some leftover makeup in the bathroom drawers she was forced to wear for the old general. She didn’t know if she should apply some or not, but she decided a little extra flare would help her look alive for her first day out of the house in more than a year. After all, something about letting more people in
