"Here. Change into this."
Evelyn remained a little reserved until Daemon put the suit he had requested in her hand. Unlike before when she had been anxious during her visit to the camp years ago, she was now calm enough to take in the different sight and atmosphere, and as she looked at the glances being sent her way, she stepped closer to Daemon and asked in a low voice:
"Is it really appropriate for me to be here?"
The gazes of the soldiers around were not making her feel very comfortable. Everyone serving the country was worthy of respect, just like the different institutions they could represent, so she was feeling like she was flaunting her background, or in this case, Daemon's influence, to trample on their honor.
The discomfort even made her stop looking forward to what Daemon had planned to make her experience.
