"Me?" Mor feigned innocence as she took Feyre's hand, the grip warm and welcoming. "I'm told no plenty of times. I just don't care," she added with a conspiring smirk. "Come on, I think blue would look good on you." The female tugged Feyre up the stairs to her room which was much like the rest of the house: cozy and lived in.

Once up there, she went through her wardrobe, picking this and that, chatting constantly about nothing really substantial and then found. "Ah. Here we go." A simple blue dress with a slightly flaired skirt. It carried the same hue as the sapphire ring Feyre stole. "What do you think of this one? It brings out the color of your eyes. Have you always been on the other side of Prythian? Must be like a prison, having to conform to all the rules and expectations of how you should behave. And they must not like food there. And let me tell you, Az was so mad when you got in, he stewed about it for days!"

From downstairs, Rhys called up. "I thought you said we were late, Mor!"