Kotallo reaches up to grip her hand gently. The fresh scent of the pigment fills his senses and beneath it is the red earth dirt of Aloy, fresh snow and desert sweat. (Minor spoilers for the ending of Forbidden West)

"Morlund was a beautiful man. Aloy wasn't really sure what qualified someone as such - perhaps it was the way his smile was wide enough to show his teeth, or the way his eyes danced with the fire. Maybe she just liked that with every comment he made, pointing out ruins or machines miles away, she could taste the excitement he still held over the wonder of the world." Mild spoilers