Storm shrugs. "She likes black." She looks over at Nill and sighs. "I feel kinda shitty actually. I should have gotten you some better clothes already. I'm sorry, Nill. You're probably freezing too." She quirks an eyebrow. "Wait. Are you cold?"

Tristan clears his throat. "She needs more than new clothes. Look at her hair. And her nails." He makes a face and then shakes his head. "I think a trip to the bath, a barber, and the tailor are definitely due."

Storm finishes her tea and sets the empty cup on the table. "I can see to it. Don't worry about it."

Tristan nods, sipping his tea now that it has cooled. "I imagine Queen Sofira may be able to help find a tailor that specializes in winged people."

Storm shrugs. "Or...I can cut little slits in the back for her. It doesn't take a specialist to do something that simple." She twists and flaps her wings, showing off the tears in her top that allow the wings to fit through.

Tristan makes another face. "But without proper stitching, that shirt is going to fall apart. Quickly. If you don't want to go to a queen for help, I can ask around and see if I can find someone."

Storm groans. "Sure. Fine. Just nothing uppity. I'm not made of money." She looks at Vesta. "Lets take a peek then. If you think you can do it safely. Make sure we don't run into extra trouble or anything. Sounds like a good idea to me."

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