She wore a plain, white dress made from material Mrs.Andrews had given her.

Sleep and good food had improved her.

If she had been pretty out there in the outlaw den now she was more than that.

But she had the same paleness, the same strained look, the same dark eyes full of haunting shadows.
After Duane's realization of the change in her he watched her more, with a growing certainty that he would be sorry not to see her again.
"It's likely we won't ever see each other again," he said.

"That's strange to think of.