His tunic lay on the mud nearby, but he couldn't find his shirt at all, until he crawled closer to the scarred girl and realized that she was busily tearing it into strips which she was using to bandage her wounded leg.
"Hey!" he said. "That's one of my best shirts!"
"So?" she replied without looking up. "It's one of my best legs.”

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