A sack with a hole at the back that is, which Frodo has been doing his best to avert his eyes from. It is a relief to see her in a proper dress.

His writing is neat and curled, with too many dots above certain vowels, for style mostly but a writer should be granted his few vanities, even when it comes to noting down a victim list. He fiddles with his vest as she looks through his work, feeling as if his hands are extraneous without the paper in his grip.

"A little girl," he frowns as he recalls. She seemed so small. "I could find no mark on her, from the little I could see, so perhaps it was a quick one. No pain, one hopes. "