[Beatrix understands it’s not just about ribbons and laces. It never has been. It’s an odd feeling, to be helping Oriphi into something like it. Makes her think of days and occasions with Garnet. Definitely not the first time she’s been in this situation.]

It was nothing.

[It’s meant to be a reassurance, but Beatrix realises she appreciates it more than she’s letting on. The moment something binds her to home, she finds stability and comfort. It gives her one less thing to be concerned about. When Oriphi gives her a look over the shoulder, Beatrix straightens her posture.]

Does it. I have never been much for dresses or gowns. Such things tend to be more fitting for Alexandrian nobility.