[ He hadn't thought much of it at the time. How long has it been since those things had been used? How long has it been since this land was something more than what it currently is?

It was just clothes. That's all they were. They held sentimental value, sure, and it was only a temporary arrangement. He really shouldn't be getting held up on such things anyway...

And yet the second he saw her in just one of those dresses... emotions bubbled up so uncontrollably he must have been truly intimidating for the briefest of moments.

It probably didn't help that they fit her perfectly, somehow.

In any case, his hostility fades with her curtsy, and he sighs. ]

Good. And yes, we have cleaning supplies... I imagine you'll make better use of them than the Mors do.

[ And here one would typically expect him to assign one of those said-Mors to take her to where they're kept... and yet instead, he gets up off of his throne and stretches his arms. ]

Hah... come on, then.

[ ...is he, by any chance, just as bored as she is? ]