The two were lead on board with nothing but the scraps of clothing on their body, and the book Eve clung protectively to. When asked, Eve said nothing and the elves left it at that, whispering about how she appears shook up over the storm.
"It was a real bad one. We were lucky," one of the elves said, and left her to change. They had a few dresses on board, though most offered were even a tad large for her size, but she ended up wearing a layered dress, one that had long, puffy sleeves with a delicate lace trim, and then a green tunic dress that layered on top. The embroidery was exquisite, even though the style was normal to most elves, yet on Eve, it made her appear striking, even as her hair needed a good brushing and her body, a wash.
They had offered her a few amenities, and with what she had, she freshened up, even had a chance to brush out most of the knots in her long, red hair before making another appearance on deck. She wasn't sure what to do with herself and found herself staring over at Zavimaat as he stared out into the Sea.
She timidly approached, but remained quiet at his side, the book still in her hand, but the girl, appearing like new.