"How do I look?" Islinda stepped out of the cottage and appeared in front of Valerie in a new pair of masculine tunic and pants.
When they got back to the cottage, Valerie handed her the clothes since the cloak was wet and heavy on her, and her old clothes were dirty. Even though they had pretty much done everything, Valerie still gave her the privacy to dress up which was kind of cute. Her feelings for the handsome Fae were so obvious that it might as well be written boldly on her face.
Valerie was seated on a bench outside and started a small fire which he used to cook the hunt he caught earlier. He turned around at her presence, his sight running over her appreciatively and she flushed at his heated gaze.
"It would have looked much better on you had it been my clothes," He said with a smirk at the corner of his lips.
