“I don’t think my wardrobe is the place to look…” Kira said after watching Ayla go through her clothing for some time. “We’re not the same size. Or shape.”
“No,” Ayla agreed with a small sigh. “I suppose not. I will have to have something suitable made.”
“So Nive’s father has found her? Here? You think he will come to this place?”
“So Ariadne says,” Ayla said. “I am inclined to believe her. She says there is an elf with him.”
“An elf you know?”
“That she did not say.”
“We should send scouts,” Kira said pragmatically. “We need to know how many men he is bringing and what weapons they bear. In war, the priority is not clothing, Ayla.”
“Do I sense reproach in your tone, Kira?” Ayla raised a fine brow in the warrior’s direction.