A soft gasp of pain escaped Stella as Claude helped her to her feet, but she quickly dismissed it with a wave of her hand. It was just the stitches tugging at her skin, for a moment the thought of tearing them open made her hesitate in trying to go with them. With a soft sigh, Stella gave Claude the best smile she could muster up and gently brushed her lips over his cheek. "Alright..." she whispered, her warm breath tickling his skin.<br/><br/>Carefully making her way over to the wardrobe, Stella pushed open the doors as wide as they would go and crouched down close to the floor. Reaching into the space beneath all the dresses and stretching to reach way in the back, Stella pulled out a small box and set it on the floor. Lifting the lid off, she reached down and pulled out it's contents. A day or so back, when the servants had fixed up her wardrobe, Stella had found this among the many dresses. It was a simple dark green, light-weight, lacey dress and a heavy cloak to match. A small leather belt loosely hung from the waist of the dress that contained a sheath with a gold-handled dagger.<br/><br/>Laying it on the bed, Stella leaned down on the bed for support and glanced up at Claude. "Could you untie the laces of this dress please?" she requested in a soft voice, heat rising to her cheeks quickly  as she averted her eyes at such a bold request. However, he was in the same room as her and even if it seemed like it, Stella didn't mind in the slightest, but she wouldn't tell him that. Not until he was comfortable enough around her.