For a heartbeat, Francis looked genuinely caught off-guard by Aileen's unwavering disbelief. There hadn't been even a moment, it seemed, when she believed his story.<br/><br/>Francis had been chosen to perform Visitations because few were his equal in loyalty - and he had been taught the talent he'd just used to ease along Visitations. This was the first time he'd seen it wash over a new Scion with little effect. Maybe it was a fluke on his part. Maybe it was Fate. Or maybe there was something special about Aileen.<br/><br/>"That, I can do," Francis answered, passing the package over to her. It felt so... paltry, compared to the birthrights he'd been bearing for her, compared to the birthrights he'd given to other Scions on their Visitations. But it was still a relic, still a singular item imbued with divine magic - even one alone was no mere trifle. At least she was giving him the chance to prove the truth... and he'd been lucky that the one relic he'd been able to snatch back had been one that would be able to show her some magic.<br/><br/>"Go on, open it."<br/><br/>Inside was a very beautiful... albeit seemingly normal sundress.<br/><br/>"Touch it, and think of any clothes, any clothes at all. Something you've seen in a movie, maybe? Or a your dream prom dress, the perfect one. Your favorite t-shirt. Anything."