Groaning inwardly, Eltanin took the pile and threw it in the trash, and then he set them ablaze. As the fire burned in the trash, he rolled her sleeves up halting just below her elbows, and then helped her with the breeches by curling them onto her waist and tied a lace to fasten them. He could feel that she was shying away, her body tense.
Once she was dressed in his clothes, he stepped back to admire his handiwork and found her blinking at him owl-eyed as if asking him 'what now'.
Eltanin's throat bobbed. Could she be any cuter? His thoughts raced at the fact that this delicate piece was going to be staying alone in servants' quarters and that made him anxious.
"What do I have to do, Your Highness?" she asked. Her beautiful blue-green eyes were focused on him.
