Neria's gaze remained on Kell's for longer than a second set of heartbeats, uncertain, as if she was looking for something in his face that wasn't there. Her attention was drawn from him by Calla, who presented her with beautiful clothes that took her breath away. In the years after the Blight, Neria had more coin than she ever had in her life, and she'd never spent it on things like clothes. Armor, weapons, patches for the Keep. Salaries, investments, the occasional under-the-table bribe when she needed information. The armor she wore was enough. She hadn't worn dresses or anything so elegant since--

Since Sheatris. Since the masquerade and the officer's dinner. Or the nights after Ardismouth fell.

But these were something else entirely. The fabric was soft and lush in its beauty, and Neria looked almost a little too wide-eyed as Calla encouraged her to go try them on. She spent several moments simply touching them, looking them over. Like Kell's coat, they were rich and lovely. Unique. With care, she tried them on, folding the clothes she wore and setting them aside. After several minutes, she came out from behind the curtain, pulling her braid over one shoulder. She marveled at the way the tunic looked on her. Everything fit well and she felt as if she'd been given the raiment of a noble for all of its trappings. "How does it look?" she asked quietly, though she was already looking for a mirror.