"It does have a rather nice aesthetic to it, yes..."  She replied to the question.  Mera waited patiently while Yifa picked it up.  She could feel it slide into her hair, the clip securing to strands of lightly-colored hair that Yifa slid it onto.  Looking into the mirror, she blushed at her own appearance.  She looked like...a girl.  Like a young, pretty Lookshy maid that knew nothing of war except for the soldiers in her life.  She did not see what was happening behind her...