In the camp, Yan Sha was treated well as she would have been at her home or in Jungpi. With these new revelations of who she was and why such things had been done to her, she felt really strange. If she looked at her reflection in the congee that she was handed, her eyes were no longer pitch black. There were no longer streaks of necrotic flesh wrapping around her body. The tattoo at her back was no longer seeping ink. She was no longer coughing up copious amount of blackened boluses of whatever she had tried to get down. All of the new signs of health that she had taken for granted were there, but her body was still almost skeletal. Her hands hurt when she tried to move them. The hollows of her cheeks were sunken in and shriveled. Everyone was always handing food to her and bundling her to more and more layers of fur. After a while, the boredom sank in and Yan Sha stood, sloshing the congee angrily. Everyone look
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