She looks at her friend and companion. Biting her lower lip. She wasn't wanting to be taken as a serious threat. Who would seriously take the princess as a threat? She was raised to be a delicate lady not a fiercesome fighter. She was happy he approved of the one she favored out of the selection of boots. She sat down on a bench. Taking off her lightweight slippers and slipped the boots on. The fit her beautifully and left room to conceal a weapon without looking obvious that it was there. Her eyes look at him. "How do they look? Do they work?" She asks softly. Biting her lower lip nervously.