Kereva spent a matter of minutes naked out of the bath to apply some attention to one of her dresses, the burnt up one, with a baby blue color. Most of the fabric that would have covered her chest and back was burned away, and the black charcoal color of the edges displeased her. She ripped the burned sections away further to discard the singed fabrics. The bottom of the gown was also tempered, the heat had burned away a layer of cotton or two, and a very thin gown was left to wear. She put it on over her moist skin to test it's usage, still. Her left breast was exposed, as well as the better part of her back. The top part of her left hip also showed, but her legs were completely veiled behind a thin layer of wool and one of cotton underneath. Rough leather against the sensitive skin of her chest would not be favorable. She took a long piece of black stretched cotton and anchored her breast inside of it, wrapping the clothe around her opposite shoulder, and around her back under her left arm. She pinned it there, against her rib, and then put on her leather vest.<br/><br/>she gathered what was left of her belongings from the bedroom she had purchased and made way toward the Cloud District. Her bathe had reignited her spirits, and a loud clatter was surging from the small section of city above her. She decided that she could sleep later, commotions only last for so long, and if unattended, one was likely to miss some value. Her crossbow rested on her back attached to a sling and seven bolts for that weapon were dangling in a quiver on her left hip, the one still exposed from her burnt gown. Her feet were covered in leather, but her legs were still bare under the dress and it irritated her.<br/><br/>She would be on the lookout for an adventurer with wares to sell, specifically, one selling leathers for a thin woman's legs. Her coin was low, but she had developed unique bartering skills on her week long journey to Whiterun.