Literature
Dense
She looked pale. Her skin was naturally a bit on the creamy porcelain side of the scale, but today it looked different. It seemed almost translucent. Her eyes looked even darker in comparison, and her lips had a bit less color to them too.
Jean watched Mikasa gracefully walk across the room, arms full of firewood. She was acting normal enough. Well, slightly more quiet and moody than normal, but she was still active. Probably more than she should be though. She said her ribs healed fine, but how does one heal from such wounds in such a short span of time?
Mikasa dumped the firewood in the box designated for it, and sneezed when the dust rea