redsonja

A short, soggy redhead appears and totters over to the fire, her wool cloak
drenched and we won't even talk about her hair. She sinks to her knees
and says one word: "Charlie!", then lets herself lay down gingerly by
the fire, favoring her left side. The fire starts drying the sodden clothing
she was too exhausted to remove, but she is already asleep.

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"They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not, ^ /o\ |\ |\
The living remain'd and suffer'd, the mother suffer'd, |/\v/--- | |/
And the wife and the child and the musing comrade b ^ | | | |
suffer'd, And the armies that remain'd suffer'd." | / \ V \| \|