Minali had been amusing herself, but in the moments standing there, with her arms around Amelia as she waited for an answer she felt almost peaceful. Holding the other woman filled her with a pleasant warmth and she almost forget she was waiting for an answer. As she was about to shift her hand to brush aside golden curls and touch her lips to soft skin, Amelia answered. Amelia speaking made it easier to remember that she wasn't going to stay. She would be returned to her prince and forget all about pirates. So no getting attached, even if she was blonde like Iara. She gently tugged one of the blonde curls and sighed almost sadly, then she released Amelia and moved to the table to stare at the pile of clothes.<br/><br/>After a moment she laughed, "And you'll have to help me. I've never worn anything like this, what do you want Amelia? I hate to tell you I should get Caspian, I'm sure he's at least seen a lady's undergarments before." She shifted through them a little aimlessly looking for things that seemed like undergarments and pulled one out dubiously. It did have a lot of laces. "Why can't they put these on the front so you can reach them?" She turned it curiously in her hands and shook her head, baffled.<br/><br/>Children in poor coastal fishing villages did not wear fancy dresses and corsets. Neither did women who took to fishing when their father died. Then eventually other things when life didn't turn out yet again. Minali had to be able to move to work. Not being blind she could see there were different styles of dress, no doubt for different things. What those things were though, was a mystery she'd never turned her mind to before. Of course when they went into town there were women with dresses, near the docks most frequently whores and serving women in taverns. Again she was not blind and could see these dresses were very different things. She fished through them aimlessly again, just to feel the fabric on her fingers.