Her face was white and drawn beyond that of any one else.

She considered, and decided to try it, though her face was drawn.

His face was drawn; he looked ten years older than I knew him to be.

Her face was drawn; she had never been in true battle before.

His face was drawn; she thought he might have been standing there for hours, waiting.

His face was drawn and tired as he looked up.

The face looking back at her was pale and drawn.

He looked somehow older, his face drawn with new lines.

She drew her face across my arm and I felt tears.

Drawing her face into a flown, she didn't answer for a moment.