"Hmm..."
I stood in front of the small mirror in my inn room, running my hand through my hair.
Shorter now. Significantly shorter. I'd found a barber early this morning and had him cut away the length that had grown out during my recovery. The strands that used to fall over my eyes were gone, replaced by something more practical that actually stayed out of my face.
I tilted my head slightly, checking the sides.
"Much better. Less annoying than before."
The faint scratches from Scarlet's claws had faded to thin pink lines across my cheek, barely noticeable unless you knew to look for them. My eyes looked tired though, shadows beneath them from too little sleep and too much thinking.
I need to figure out how to extend my stay here.
