Even if there were no intentions behind it, laying their eyes on a beautiful girl after seeing so much ugliness on the battlefield for two years felt like a breath of fresh air.
However, realizing that the person they were staring at was one of their own, whom they fought alongside every day for years before, caused conflicting responses. Most decided not to say anything at all. They were unsure of how to approach someone they thought they knew, but turned out they didn't at all.
Even though the standard of beauty was a woman in a beautiful gown, Irene shone without all that. Her face was fresh, and her eyes were bright green. Her hair had grown out and fell in wonderful waves around her shoulders. Even though she had been on horseback, it gave her a bit of volume that seemed wonderfully unkempt.
