She settled back down in her place, and opened her bag. "Would you mind closing your eyes?" she instructed tentatively. "I'm going to change..."
She changed quickly, years of switching out of muddy clothing within a minute lending her ease at the task. She folded her dirty clothing before storing it in her bag. She now wore a white, loose blouse, and her riding pants, which were a soft brown. She slipped her cloak back on and nodded. “Okay. Thank you. I packed you some clothing too, if you want to change. It’s not... very fancy.”
The clothing was plain and clear farming clothes. It was also quite large, made for a man quite a bit bigger than him.
She put her hands over her eyes obediently, leaning her head down. Before that, though, she had been looking at him anxiously, her mouth pressed in a thin line.
