Your hair is cropped short. Your usual outfit is a short chiton, belted at the waist, worn over your right shoulder and fastened with a brooch on your left, leaving it bare so that you are allowed greater freedom of movement.
Before you lie on the pelt-covered bed, you catch a glimpse of your naked body in the polished bronze that is propped against the wall. You see all the ways in which war has aged it more than the long years you've been away. What else do you see?