Strong
"What are you doin', Aloy?" Varl asked amused, as he turned and saw Aloy posing hilariously in the warm sunshine, flexing her strong arms.
"Oh! Er... nothing," Aloy stammered, dropping her arms to the side. "Just, uhm... stretching. You know? Stretching. Yeah," she argued, and worked through a quick routine of stretching her shoulders and neck.
"Right," Varl tsked, shook his head and continued up the ancient moss-covered stairs, snickering. "For a moment it looked like you were posing," he laughed. "You do realise the Focus you gave me records everything we see and stores it for future reference?"
"I wasn't posing!" Aloy protested. "Delete it, Varl!" Aloy rushed after him. "Delete it!"













