"I can do this. Yes. I can do this." Eirbhaen chants to herself, trying to believe it. She is standing in front of her mirror in her room, wearing a short cream-colored tunic dress that falls mid-thigh, fitted at the waist with a moss-green belt.
Beneath it, dark green fitted leggings allow ease of movement. Ankle boots complete her look.
A dark green robe is draped over the back of a chair. A half-filled open suitcase sits on the bed, with miscellaneous items scattered beside it.
Eirbhaen turns to the bed and reaches for a small dark green booklet with "PASSPORT" written on its cover.
She takes out another passport from her space pouch and holds two identical passports in her hands.
One looks more worn. The other is brand new.
She holds both passports against her chest.
"Please understand what I am about to do. Please don't be angry with me."
