Oh my~.  That had been an... interesting display from the usually-stoic black knight.  As far as Maribelle knew, bodyguard's generally weren't supposed to treat their charges in such a manner, not that she was complaining.  But then again, she supposed that getting to see what color underwear your charge was wearing would shake up the stoic facade of even the most stone-hearted of guardians...<br/><br/>As for the dancer herself, she wasn't wearing underwear at the moment, or in fact much of anything other than the scarf that the knight had been so kind as to loan her the previous day.  Her outfit was down in the village, still being repaired by a local seamstress.  Apparently, repairing such small articles of clothing was much more difficult than repairing something larger would have been, likely because the old woman's fingers weren't as nimble as they used to be.  That was okay, though, she didn't mind waiting on it when she had such a lovely replacement outfit on.<br/><br/>She would have to be sure to thank the knight properly for his kindness, at some point.