Emory waited as he looked back and forth between her and the bathroom a few times before finally walking towards it, rather hesitantly, while keeping an eye on her the whole time. She smiled when he quickly closed the door behind him after entering the room. "Honesty." she chuckled a little and shook her head. "I really shouldn't find it cute that you're so wary of me." she spoke to no one in particular before deciding that she would get changed, too. She headed for the stairs and, as she took the first step, she heard the sink turn on for a moment before turning back on. She guessed plumbing was new to him, too. She'd have to make a point to teach him to use those later.<br/><br/>She chuckled and continued up the stairs, heading into her bedroom, where she changed out of the clothes she'd used for running and into a black skater skirt, a fitted red top that showed just about an inch of her toned abdomen above the skirt, with a short, light black jacket over it and a pair of short black boots. She then headed back downstairs, taking her hair down and running her fingers through it, letting the loosely tamed red hair tumble over her shoulders.<br/><br/>She had only taken a moment to change, so she made it back before he came out, thankfully. She stared at the door to the bathroom and momentarily wondered if he would know how to button the shirt or tie the shoes, but if he didn't, she had no problem with helping him. Perhaps a t-shirt would have been better, but most of the t-shirts Olie had left had logos or quotes on them that would draw attention to them. For the moment, she thought it best for him to be as nondescript as possible. His appearance was rather distinctive and drew enough attention on its own, so there was no need to add to it.<br/><br/>She walked back into the main room and moments later he reemerged from the bathroom wearing the pants, the scarf he'd worn previously, and the shirt, which was unbuttoned. She swallowed hard and fought not to stare, which took a great deal of self-control. Regardless of her efforts, it was impossible not to notice how fit he was. After a brief moment he held out the shoes and asked what they were. She would have answered immediately, but she was a little distracted. His gaze was almost uncomfortably intense, and his green eyes burned with what she could only describe as fiery passion. It was incredibly distracting, as was pretty much everything about him. "You really have to quit looking at me like that. It's very distracting." she muttered to herself.<br/><br/>After a brief moment she shook her head to snap herself out of it. "Right." she mumbled low enough where he wouldn't hear. She walked over to him slowly, cautiously, being as nonthreatening as possible. She reached out for the shoes, once again, slowly. She took them and put them on the edge of the couch for the moment. "Ummm... "<span style="font-style: italic">Can I?</span>" she asked, gesturing to his shirt, and more specifically the buttons. "Can't have you walking around like that all day. Don't think my heart can handle that." She mumbled to herself as she took her own jacket and pointed to the buttons, waiting a moment to see if he understood before she cautiously reached forward and took the first button in her hand, buttoning it. As she did, her finger lightly brushed against his chest and she fought not to jump. Instead her fingers curled back and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment. "Sorry.<span style="font-style: italic">Sorry</span>" She apologized, pausing for a second before she proceeded to quickly button the remaining buttons and then she took a step back.<br/><br/>She turned away and took a deep breath, calming herself before turning back to him and taking the shoes, as well as a pair of socks she'd left on the table. "Sneakers. Shoes." she finally answered his earlier question. "<span style="font-style: italic">Shoes.</span>" She repeated in Elvish, pointing to his feet before gesturing to the couch. "<span style="font-style: italic">Will you sit?</span>" She asked as well as she could, trying not to sound as timid as she felt right then. She waited until his did so, although she thought it was rather reluctantly. She then took the socks and slipped them on his feet, followed by the shoes, which she laced quickly and easily. "There you go.<span style="font-style: italic">Done.</span>" she stood up and smiled sweetly at him. "Right, then.<span style="font-style: italic">Ready?</span>" she asked before gesturing to the door. "<span style="font-style: italic">To get your swords.</span>Of course." she clarified.<br/><br/>She then grabbed her purse, putting her cellphone in it and pulling it over her shoulder, gesturing for him to follow her as she headed towards the door, and soon, the guards' office.