<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blinked, before blushing a bit, shifting around in her chair. She had gone to get dressed that morning, and after everything she’d been through the night before, she couldn’t bring herself to put on the skirts that had been provided for her. So instead, she’d borrowed a pair of her brother’s pants and one of his vests, though she kept to the airy and flowing tops that had been given to her. Those at least were far more comfortable than either what her brother had, or even their wardrobe at home. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I… yeah… I just really needed to wear pants today.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she murmured softly, before dragging some of the cold cuts of rare roast beef onto her warm bread. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi looked over at Lucian, wondering if the man remembered that part of their conversation from the night before. He’d let her have them because he knew it would put her more at ease today. And none of the clothes provided for her had been women’s slacks. </span>