"How is it possible that you are still in that form?" Solus pointed at the sky-blue scales covering the merfolk's body and the gills on her neck.
"Like this." A wave of Rem's hand conjured a drizzle of water that kept her humid. "Humans are crazy. They were uncomfortable with my people and asked us to wear clothes. Those things are itchy and tight, making us uncomfortable.
"So we have reached a compromise."
"That's not going to work in the Desert. Also, you have to get used to clothes. Going around naked is a big no-no."
"Why?" Rem's voice gurgled in annoyance. "Beasts and plant folk do the same and everything we need can be carried around in a dimensional amulet or a sack. What's so vital about clothes?"
"Never mind." Solus realized that she wasn't going to change millennia-old habits with a few words so she changed the topic. "How did your negotiations with the Overlord go?"
