Reika glanced around and saw the door that was connected to the dressing room. It had been left open just a crack. "Thank you." She answered quietly as she walked over towards the door and slipped into the small room. Her gaze roamed the walls, entranced by the paintings that surrounded her. Were they bought, or painted by the hands of the family themselves? Her curiosity was great, but at the moment she knew it was no time to ask such trivial things.<span style="font-style: italic">"What is your favorite color? We can shop for you tomorrow."</span>"I'm not picky. Anything would be fine, Miss Kate. 'Tis no matter the details. Not worth the worry for such things." The girl changed into the nightgown, then walked back into the bathroom again. Her reflection in the mirror was almost someone she didn't recognize. 'I look like a princess... a spoiled, rich princess.' She thought, half amazed and half guilty. Did she really deserve this?<br/><br/>Reika turned away from the mirror and walked out back into Kate's bedroom. She smiled at the other girl, very grateful for all that had been done for her. "Sorry I took so much time.  Been a while since last I washed up as such." She looked down at her nightgown, fingering the soft, warm fabric. "The gown is beautiful. I am grateful to be allowed to borrow it."