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They had been walking through the Hinterlands for hours, and despite her stamina, Dea was beginning to tire. The mild chill that seeped through her armour was doing little to help her situation. She yawned, reaching up to rub at her eyes. As her hand dropped back down to her side, she remembered that she was wearing her favourite eyes makeup.
“Shit!” She murmured softly, wiping her hand on the soft fur of her armour. Hopefully there would be a mirror at the next camp so she could fix it. Until then, she could only hope that nobody would notice.