"...Mmm. I guess..." It still ranked at her her, but he clearly didn't want to talk about it, so she let it drop.
Shaking her head, she finished tying her hair back simply and gave her tunic one last brush down before summoning magic to the tips of her fingers and running her hands up the length of her body.
Her simple traveling clothes shimmered, then morphed into a delicate, lacy walking dress, like the kind worn by many minor Serenian nobles, with layers of gossamer fabric in the skirts that fluttered about her when she moved. Her simple braid pinned to the back of her head had been transformed into an elaborate plait that wound around her crown, with a few faux flower hair accessories for good measure. She'd even included some rouge to her cheeks and painted color on her lips.
"Alright. What do we think?" She turned in place, showing off the illusion in its entirety. "Did I miss any spots?" She sure hoped not—she was only going to be able to keep up such a detailed illusion for an hour or two at a time.