Mysaria had decided to stay, despite your words. Despite you telling her that she was free to go wherever she wanted, she had chosen to remain by your side. It was a decision you didn’t fully understand. When she arrived, escorted by one of your knights, the sound of her steps echoed lightly in the hall. As the door closed behind her, She moved toward the table where the dresses were neatly arranged, clearly contemplating changing into something more fitting. But as soon as she noticed your gaze, she turned slowly to face you.

—"I don’t need your pity or your sympathy."—She said, her voice firm.—"You don’t need to do this."

You simply raised an eyebrow, a look that didn’t go unnoticed by her. In that instant, something shifted in her expression. She understood that, if she were to stay, she would have to be more cautious, more respectful—even with her appearance. It was a game she didn’t want to lose, much less risk angering you. She looked at her worn clothes once more and let out another sigh.

—"Fine…"—She murmured.—"I appreciate the gesture, but it’s not necessary...your grace"