I already posted the sad boy, so here are some sketches of the sad girl, Shallan Davar herself, truly noone can beat Sanderson in writing good characters, e s p e c i a l l y the traumatised ones
Have you seen my bones?
I seem to have misplaced them...
Or borrowed them to someone...
I am borrowing a set right now!
But they are not mine, neither are the faces I wear, those too I borrow.
I cant seem to remember my face, or my bones... but I know these are not mine, they feel wrong, so wrong... wrong...