[There's a fading black eye on her left side and an almost painfully thin look to her, when she opens the door. The worst of the scars are hidden beneath the long sleeves of her shirt-- will remain that way for some time. Still, the gauntness and general air of frailty to her will be enough of a hint at what she'd been through.
She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
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She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
[In this time period, obviously.]