[ She smiles fondly at his decision, clearly approving, even if the smile does not reach her face fully as it might usually. For some reason, she had thought that he might wish to keep things separate--a space for himself where she does not occupy. Perhaps her time at the First has caused her to misconceptionalize much more than she thought. ]

N-no, they made it for me, on the First. [ She lightly picks at the embellishments on the sleeve. Her tail remains curled up in the folds of the open skirt, attempting to silence the doubt her mind gives. ] They wanted to thank their heroes, a-and made something for Thisru and I. The Warriors of Darkness.

[ Her gaze shifts to the side. ] The balance of aether shifted... it was so charged with light... you could feel it. [ Or, at least, she and Y'shtola could.] There was so much that e-everything was bathed in eternal daylight... t-they hadn't seen the night sky in a hundred years... s-so when Thisru and I worked to rebalance everything, we...

[ She gestures to her outfit. The Warriors of Darkness, heroes to the First. ]