Genya hummed happily as she dug through her Tailor’s kit, her eyes briefly meeting yours in the mirror as she gave you a gentle smile. She knew you were a little nervous, since there were said to be many guests at tonight’s royal ball.

“Don’t worry,” she assured you. “I’ll make sure you look lovely for the Winter Fete. There’s no possible way I would let you dress in anything less than the very best.”