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(Well... Tomorrow then.)

Iolite gets to her tent, a few kilometers away from the front-line. She pulls out a piece of paper with some random doodles on it. She grabs a pencil and begins drawing on it, at first random shapes and objects and then more complex drawings. It's her coping mechanism in these dark times.

..Some turn to alcohol.

..Some to faith.

..And Iolite to doodling.