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<lora:Oona_Chaplin:1> Talisa’s face is streaked with faint traces of dirt and dried blood, yet her expression remains composed. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a practical braid, though strands have loosened from exertion. A single strand falls across her forehead, damp with sweat. Her eyes are intense, unwavering as she focuses on the wounded before her. The dim firelight flickers across her face, casting subtle shadows that highlight her sharp cheekbones. The blurred background suggests a battlefield at dusk, with silhouettes of tents and soldiers moving in the distance.