We step out the room together, Quill wearing a gray tunic, and long blue pants. He wears his boots that are a little scuffed up. Despite his casual attire, he's smoothed his wild mane of a hair. Despite what he says, I decided to wear a simple blue gown, and since my body is mostly healed, I'm able to wear a top underneath. Wearing matching blue shoes that are flat with no heels, I feel better than I have in days.
I place a hand on my hair, still a little self-conscious at the length of it. Quill notices, kissing the top of that hand.
"I assure you, my dear, you look beautiful." he says.
I want to tell him that that's not what I'm worried about, but then a servant rushes by, carrying small towels, and a bucket of water.
At my confused look, and Quill's concerned one, we follow after.
