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It took Christina slightly longer to enter the bath, not because she was embarrassed or ashamed of her body, but because her armor was simply difficult to remove on one's own. Meticulously she worked the many buckles and straps that held the fitted metal to her figure, setting each piece aside as she managed to work it free. Once her armor was off, her appearance was less intimidating. Her face was still a mask of impassivity, but her body was the same as any average woman. The same, that is, except for a long, straight scar running from the right side of her collar bone to her left hip. The silvery scar tissue barely stood out against her porcelain skin, but still told a story all it's own.

Although Christina hadn't been in combat, she had spent the last four days in the saddle. She would never show weakness, but she was sore, tired and sweaty and silently thanked Mayon that her captain was of a like mind. Despite her best efforts, a tiny sigh of appreciation escaped her lips as she eased into the steaming water a few feet to Fanilly's right. She closed her eyes and sank down to her chin in the bath, her short hair managing to splay out a little. She then remained still and silent, waiting for her captain to speak.
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