Violet looked through the pile of the old clothes they were given by the farmer. The design was ordinary and the fabric was rough, however, it was sufficient enough for her. The question was whether Cassiel was willing to put something like this on. Understanding he would rather pretend not to be bothered by cold, she chose the brown dress and the female coat, while returning the dark cloak to him.
"It's not bad, but… Is this more of your style than the yellow dress you wore during the day?" He asked while helping her button up.
The garment he was talking about was one of the best she had ever seen. Not only the design was very flattering to any type of figure, but the material was also light and felt luxurious from a simple touch. They say the clothes make the person, and it must be true. While she was like a princess during the day, now she looked like an ordinary woman working in the field.
