I- [Once again, the sentence is cut off, as the ever efficient servant cuts it short. Just like that, Frimelda is whisked off by the servant with the dress, who calls over several others to lead her inside and help find a room and to help her change (perhaps a good thing. Frimelda wouldn't even know where to start with a dress such as the one that had appeared. It was nice, certainly, but it wasn't something she'd choose to wear, for practical reasons).
It's probably about fifteen minutes later when Frimelda reappears in the courtyard, prodded and poked and dress pinned into place and the familiarity of her armour gone, taken away to some other room, someplace. She's not alone, either, as the servant is practically having to drag her along due to her nervousness and embarassment - the pink is clear on her cheeks - and also her inability to walk far in the footwear that was provided.]
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It's probably about fifteen minutes later when Frimelda reappears in the courtyard, prodded and poked and dress pinned into place and the familiarity of her armour gone, taken away to some other room, someplace. She's not alone, either, as the servant is practically having to drag her along due to her nervousness and embarassment - the pink is clear on her cheeks - and also her inability to walk far in the footwear that was provided.]