He gave her a quick smile before his eyes widened with excitement. "Oh! I have clothes for you!" he said, heading over to his desk.
"I've spent the last couple nights sewing after you guys went to bed," he explained, bringing over a folded stack of clothing. They seemed mostly a chestnut brown or reds.
He nodded cheerfully, his blond hair flopping with the action. "Of course." He paused for a moment before speaking. "They might not be as beautiful as your old clothes from the Star, but I used our prettier fabrics."
She looked up at him in in slight disbelief. "You don't have to worry about that! They're perfect." She looked back down at the clothes curiously.
August went back to the stove as she looked, still seeming a little self-conscious. They seemed to be made of comfortable linen. The clothing seemed built for movement, with brown trousers and red tunics that would hold fast to her limbs. One tunic had a golden ribbon sewn into the collar.
She blinked before cursing herself. "I'm so sorry, August. I didn't really think.." She patted his shoulder lightly instead, her hands a bit more nervous.
