"Then, perhaps the light cream, after all," Felih decides, picking the flowy and fluttery dress, something good for the heat often felt in Thanalan. He sets it gently on a nearby rack for easy reach, before he hums and looks about. "Now, your crown is beautiful, but perhaps a simpler look? Lovely earrings, a necklace, and..."

He suddenly perks up. "Would you mind if I styled your hair? Leaving it down would be lovely." And then a laugh: "Ahah, I wonder if we should set Pipin in more casual clothing as well, or if he should prefer to wear his armor..."