[Her feet are beautiful. It's fine. They can't always look like models. But being here on this island must be hard on Tanzawa.]
That should be everything, I think. It's my turn now, isn't it?
[Starting with her pockets, which yield the folding knife. Her sword is strapped to her hip; the canteen, slung around her shoulder. The bruises on her shoulders from last week have healed, leaving her with virtually no wounds other than a healing scrape on one of her legs. Although her socks are tattered all around, she's insisted on wearing them.]
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That should be everything, I think. It's my turn now, isn't it?
[Starting with her pockets, which yield the folding knife. Her sword is strapped to her hip; the canteen, slung around her shoulder. The bruises on her shoulders from last week have healed, leaving her with virtually no wounds other than a healing scrape on one of her legs. Although her socks are tattered all around, she's insisted on wearing them.]