Lidia sat back with a satisfied groan, her stomach uncomfortably full beneath the fabric of her saintess gown. She glanced down at herself, and—yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight.
Her once pristine white gown?
Now a masterpiece of filth.
The fabric, which was supposed to gleam like heavenly light, had taken on a new earthly aesthetic—stained brown from dirt, sweat, and probably questionable amounts of rogue blood.
She prodded at her belly, which was now very much bumping against the fabric, and let out a heavy sigh. "I look like I crawled out of a grave," she muttered under her breath.
The old woman—who had been watching her with clear amusement—tilted her head. "Well, you did just save an entire village. I think a little dirt is the least of your worries."
