Amidst the dimly lit interior of her tent, Captain Amber found herself immersed in the task of changing her clothes. The canvas walls offered a semblance of privacy, shielding her from prying eyes. Ella, her trusted vice-captain, entered the tent without hesitation, her presence greeted with ease and familiarity. Having shared countless battles and hardships together, their camaraderie transcended the need for formality.
"Milady, I have prepared your dinner," Ella announced, her voice gentle yet filled with unwavering loyalty. She observed Amber, who stood amidst a sea of belongings strewn across the tent's floor, engaged in the act of changing. There was no hint of unease or embarrassment between them, as their shared experiences had long dissolved any sense of self-consciousness.
