She dragged herself to the bathroom where, for the first time, she really took in her appearance.  Her clothes would probably have to be thrown away, they had rips and holes and she wasn’t totally sure if some of the dark patches were ground-in dirt or dried blood.  Her hair was frizzy and out of control, desperately trying to escape the ponytail it was restrained in.  She was sure the charged magical energy of battle had only undone it more.