The sound of murmuring coaxed her to turn, and she watched the short woman come out from behind the cloth panel, her hair beautifully braided, a mask pinned there. There had been so many in the market that she had to wonder at the significance of them, but she kept her peace.

Instead, she offered the woman the same, warm smile, and shook her hand. "Good morning," she said, and felt a pang of guilt that she must have been up all night. "It's good to meet you." Her gaze flicked once to Kell. "I...was told you could help me with some better attire."