"I'm.....not sure what you mean M'Lady...."<br/>Ursa, a confused look on her face, stepped forward and began lacing the tunic, doing her best to ease the leather where more space was needed.<br/>"I don't know what you mean by tight lipped, I have done my best to answer everything you have asked me..."<br/><br/>She lapsed into silence as she stepped away, frowning at the way the tunic looked, still completely confused as to why Sonja had insisted that they be 'returned'.<br/><br/>The turning of her tunic most certainly did give Sonja a modicum of privacy, though she would find her trousers, a different matter. Not only singed and burnt, her origional ones had been almost ripped from seam to seam by her fall from the tree.