[i]She almost didn’t want to pull herself out of the bed, it was probably the nicest feeling she’d had since before everything went to hell. Eventually, though, she stood up, and shivered, the floor a little too cold for her. Nonetheless, she stretched to make sure everything was really healed, and despite a little bit of stiffness, she felt actually half-normal again. Finding that all was well, she turned to room’s mirror, and fixed her hair, pulling part of it down to cover her blind eye. Her past made these new flaws rather painful to her. As satisfied as she would be, she slunk out into the tavern, making nigh a sound. Still in the same bloodied and torn clothes, she did look better, much more a member of the land of the living, though she began to think that maybe something less exposing would be more appropriate.[/i]