[ And there he is, opening the door; his hair is shorn, cut to a length that she might recall from his return from the Stepstones, and his arm hangs limply in a strange, makeshift sling across his chest. His fate is mottled with a handful of bruises, but it does nothing to hide the scowl on his features. ]
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[ And there he is, opening the door; his hair is shorn, cut to a length that she might recall from his return from the Stepstones, and his arm hangs limply in a strange, makeshift sling across his chest. His fate is mottled with a handful of bruises, but it does nothing to hide the scowl on his features. ]