"Hmm that one... let's call it seven coppers for the whole thing." Barbara said to Arran before heading back over to Rachel, helping her into her own corset. The girl had changed into something very pretty, but it felt off somehow compared to her general demeanor. It was a bit too formal. "Do you want to wear it out, it must be dreadfully stuffy in that armor."<br/><br/>As for his own, Arran had that and money to spare with the silver coins he'd taken with him. He'd be able to get his own brush easily and stay in an inn on the way back.