Merryn was pulled in wide-eyed, softly suppressing a laugh at her padawan's panic. When the young Jedi's attention turned to the Knight and her choice of attire, the woman instantly felt an anxiousness wash over her. She self-conscientiously adjusted the tiara-like headdress that wrapped around her head-tails and ear-cones.<br/><br/>An old feeling tugged at the edge of her awareness, "A<em>good</em>kind of different, I hope?" She twisted her head curiously, then went over to follow Nory to her own dress, "Don't you want to... wear something different? From here on out, it's going to be hard living. Nothing but starships and tents."<br/><br/>She looked to the side, "At least that's I'd assume." The woman went over to the dress, holding it appraisingly, "It's very nice..." Merryn smiled, "Here, let me help." The woman bound up the fabric in her hands and went around to Nory's front, careful to keep her eyes fixed on the girl's own, "It goes over- like this." She helped her along, pulling it down her arms and getting it down enough for Nory to handle the rest.<br/><br/>"You didn't try it on at the store?" Merryn asked skeptically as she went over to the necklace and gloves. When Nory finished, the Twi'lek stood helpfully before her. She brushed aside the younger woman's hair and clasped the necklace on with a smile. Merryn handed her the gloves and looked her over, "You don't look ridiculous at all. Hardly the scrawny girl I first met all those years ago."