Dressing himself in the kilt has become automatic and familiar as well, the motions now well-practiced. He appreciates the feel of the linen against his skin, a tighter weave. Studying the top, he contemplates just how he would make it work with his wings - they would need to modify it just a bit, to allow for room.

"I would wear it if it would best suit the role you would have me play," he says. "Would your man wear it, after we have now completed our journey to the city?"

Sitting on a low bench, he studies the sandals before working to put them on.

(He misses his boots.)

Adjusting the straps, he glances over again at the vest, then at her.