[A/N: those who read early yesterday might have missed it. I've added a scene where Spark asks for spare clothes, so this convo continues from there.]
Amelia blinked, taken aback by the request. She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with mild curiosity. "Why do you ask?"
Spark tilted his gaze downward, drawing her attention to his tattered and filthy clothes. She hadn't fully noticed it before, perhaps distracted by his casual charm and steady confidence, but now that she saw it—he looked downright feral.
His words made her finally take in the full extent of his rugged appearance. His disheveled hair, streaked with dirt, and the wildness of his frayed robes made him look like someone who'd been roughing it in the wilderness for weeks.
With a slight chuckle, Amelia reached into her storage bracelet. After rummaging for a moment, she pulled out a plain white dress. She hesitated, glancing between Spark and the garment.
