Well, if they want soggy peasant's clothes that badly.
[She's been rather well disguised here. Though there are a some dowry gems sown into the lining of her underskirts? But even Luke doesn't know about that. Royal secrets.
Not that there are many between them. She doesn't keep much from him if she can help it, whether her parents approve or not. And the gems depress her, just knowing what they're for. But a fraction of the offering should she be well received in Apogee! There's more to come once matters are settled, pinky promise! How galling.
She pops the door open once they arrive and looks back to him, one brow raised.]
Do I what?
[Sorry, her mind wandered a few places. She has to run the train of thought backwards before she realizes what he might be asking.]
...........
[Oh. Um. Oh.]
I suppose... [It's all right, this is Luke. He's seen her ass-up in a puddle after being knocked from her horse, with lemon custard slopped over her front, heard her flounder and fumble more than one speech. There are very few depths she has yet to sink to in front of him, so there's no need for a sudden flurry of nerves.] I could use a little help? Just with the back, if it's not too much trouble.
[The owners thought they were a couple, and a lowborn pair at that. It might look suspicious if they ran asking for help getting her undressed.]
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[She's been rather well disguised here. Though there are a some dowry gems sown into the lining of her underskirts? But even Luke doesn't know about that. Royal secrets.
Not that there are many between them. She doesn't keep much from him if she can help it, whether her parents approve or not. And the gems depress her, just knowing what they're for. But a fraction of the offering should she be well received in Apogee! There's more to come once matters are settled, pinky promise! How galling.
She pops the door open once they arrive and looks back to him, one brow raised.]
Do I what?
[Sorry, her mind wandered a few places. She has to run the train of thought backwards before she realizes what he might be asking.]
...........
[Oh. Um. Oh.]
I suppose... [It's all right, this is Luke. He's seen her ass-up in a puddle after being knocked from her horse, with lemon custard slopped over her front, heard her flounder and fumble more than one speech. There are very few depths she has yet to sink to in front of him, so there's no need for a sudden flurry of nerves.] I could use a little help? Just with the back, if it's not too much trouble.
[The owners thought they were a couple, and a lowborn pair at that. It might look suspicious if they ran asking for help getting her undressed.]