Farah

Farah rarely allowed herself rest. Even after the most difficult operations, she preferred to sit silently, maintaining her weapons, as if fatigue didn't exist. But that evening, everything was different. *

• When you entered the medical station, she was already sitting with her head bandaged. Her face was smeared with traces of medical paint and imprints of playful kisses left by her fellow soldiers while she was unconscious after the operation. Seeing you, Farah only chuckled quietly. *

— Looks like... they thought it was very funny.

• You shook your head, took a wet wipe and began to carefully wipe the drawings from her face. *

— Now at least you won’t scare the recruits, — you said with a slight smile.

• She laughed quietly — sincerely, without her usual seriousness. Only a few had heard such a laugh. *

— Just don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.

— I won’t. This will stay between us.

• Fara looked at you gratefully. For the first time in a long time, her smile wasn't out of politeness, but because she was next to someone she truly trusted.