Etheyl Woodwell Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:39 pm
Etheyl bites her lip in concentration and eyes Lexa after handing her a towel. She got the gist of her apology, given the situation. We're on a boat. Can't exactly go buy the girl something right now.
Etheyl gets a determined look in her eyes. "Then we improvise! I'm no Xhiero, but maybe I can manage a bit of something with what we've got."
Etheyl leads Lexa into her own room and starts rustling through her (yet again) over-packed luggage. She had an almost excited look to her, like she's having fun with the new challenge.
"I always bring too much crap. Bags of holding are just enablers. I end up packing for different weather, even," she rambles, talking as much to herself as Lexa. Etheyl pulls out a somewhat long olive green coat, eyes it critically, and nods her approval. She then accosts Crumnley's luggage, pulling out a plain button-up and handing it to Lexa.
"You can probably wear this for now, so we can let your other clothes dry," she says cheerfully. Then, seemingly struck by inspiration again, she grabs a spare belt, cuts it down with a dagger, pokes some new holes, and hands it to her. "If you want it," she says with a shrug.
"This," she says with a meaningful shake of the coat, "I'll see if I can turn into a dress that'll fit you! I can't really make much from scratch, but it shouldn't be hard to alter this."
The determined look still burning, she shuffles off to find a sewing machine.
Sure the del Mar's room has one...