"Your dress!" Rafael exclaimed, horrified.
"It looks worse than it actually is," Soleia said.
Her mood had much improved once she realized Sir Ralph had managed to get her a replacement outfit. She could finally bid this torn and tattered dress goodbye. With a cheerful hum, she picked up the dress and her new undergarments and went behind the rock for added privacy.
"Keep watch for me, Sir Ralph! I would hate for another thornhound pack to ruin this dress!"
"Yes, Princess," Rafael said, his voice coming out in an undignified squawk.
Soleia was going to change? Out here? In the open? Where anyone could stumble upon her in her vulnerable state of undress and take advantage of her?!
Rafael's eyes darkened. Not if he had anything to say about it.
