Felicity listened in silence and with a sinking heart as the older woman warned her up and down against the whole of the Baron's family, and toweled dry, accepting the help in pulling on the chemise, and then getting the dark leather bodice settled around her middle. The ribbons drawn tight upon it drew her waist in a little, settled her rounds breast up and together, and displayed quite clearly the new scar upon her skin between neckline and collarbone. Gingerly she tugged at the skirt of the chemise around her hips; the cloth felt light and thin, and she feared it would look most uncouth.<br/><br/>"Is there no proper skirt to wear over this?" she queried, turning to lay faintly hopeful gaze upon the other woman in spite of the diatribe against holding out any hope. She did, after all, have Owen out there, and this woman didn't know that.