She was stiff more than anything else. The gods had been very polite and even bathed her before tucking her back into clean sheets with Kurat at her side. He was gone now, and a short exploration located a dress with a few features that were suitable for the minds inside her body. It was a toga style with one armoured breast cup that fastened with a light chain in honour of Gornita. The gauzy fabric was all Ulara. One light rainstorm and she would be the next thing to naked. Del walked into the lav and pinned her hair up in a loose tower on her head with a segment cascading to one shoulder, camouflaging the bite marks on her neck. Rothu liked to bite and suck, which was not a bad thing unless one was trying to make a good impression. She put on a pair of sandals that were sitting at the edge of the bed. They fit her, which was surprising due to her increase in height. Mind you, her gown fit as well, which was a bit of a shock unless Ulara and Gornita had a wardrobe somewhere in the palace.
