"I'll be the judge of that," Saphira teases gently, finishing her. "Thanks again for putting up with climbing stairs to my room. I'll see you a bit later." She stands and walks to the wardrobe and opens it, the dress sitting there. Saphira stood in front of it so Cyrus couldn't see it, she wanted it to be a surprise. Only she, the maid and the dress maker knew what she'll be wearing.