It's easier, weirdly, to walk around with the hard pressure of the shield at her back. People have been moving out of their way all day, giving them a bit more of a berth than they would any old villager, but it seems to be less noticeable now, or at least she can appreciate it more now that she takes up more room.
Suddenly, she makes a noise in the back of her throat. "Do you— no, your hair's too short, isn't it." She looks around at the stalls around them. "I wouldn't mind something to bind up my hair with," she explains. "I had a tie when I got here, but it broke."
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It's easier, weirdly, to walk around with the hard pressure of the shield at her back. People have been moving out of their way all day, giving them a bit more of a berth than they would any old villager, but it seems to be less noticeable now, or at least she can appreciate it more now that she takes up more room.
Suddenly, she makes a noise in the back of her throat. "Do you— no, your hair's too short, isn't it." She looks around at the stalls around them. "I wouldn't mind something to bind up my hair with," she explains. "I had a tie when I got here, but it broke."