She looked so pretty. So, so beautiful, sitting there on the edge of camp, perched stop an old cloth so she needn't touch the dirty material of the rock.

Her compact mirror glistened in the light as she dusted her cheeks with the makeup brush, though you didn't feel like she needed such a thing at all. It only covered her darling freckles, which to you were all the more charming than a smooth complexion.

Oh, Molly. What a wonder she was, blessed by Aphrodite herself — of that you were sure.

Your lovestruck expression changed though, as Dutch came to her with long strides, his smooth words and sly touch wooing her.

Oh. You'd almost forgotten.

How could you ever be with such an ethereal beauty, when you were a woman too?