Would he find her ugly upon such a close and thorough inspection? Being compared to the elf or the dog-kin must've made her seem rather lacking. Jasmine glanced at Quinlan apprehensively while waiting for his verdict.
"Hmm… Nice, I like this getup. It fits you perfectly well." He nodded after some deliberation, making her heart skip a beat as the suffocating weight was lifted from her shoulders.
"Kaelira, are you ready to go?" Quinlan asked while eyeing the second elf who seemed to be busy scribbling something on a paper at a desk.
"Just one second, Lord Quinlan!" She shouted and her pen strokes sped up so that she could finish as soon as possible.
Once done, she stood and walked over to them before grabbing the chains of her iron collar and handing it to Quinlan. Seraphiel did the same.
He took both chains in his left hand while offering Jasmine his right arm. She reached out to grab onto it like a noble lady might.
