Maddy searched the various cloths and pieces of clothing, holding this or that up to herself and making sense of what went where. To some extent, each land, each world, had clothes which covered the various parts of the body – so long as one knew what to cover, then the smaller bits and pieces came together. She found a wrap or two which seemed long to be a sash, but she put these to the side and instead, focused on what made sense to her. A long sleeved shirt with a break in the fabric from the wrist to under the arm, and billowing pants gathered at the ankles. There were a multitude of foot gear and she grabbed both a pair of strap on sandals and some light leather boots. Then a tunic which split down the fore and a skirt as well, mindful of how she'd been told to wear something differently the last time. 

With her arms full of the extras, she exited and held herself for his perusal. It was yellows and blues, like a daffodil in the sun, and she smiled at him. He was exhausted and looked like a traveler where he'd once been a soldier. She hadn't looked too closely at herself, but as she'd never been much of anything, she didn't expect she'd changed overly much. Still tanned from too much sun and still with her mousy hair gathered in the braid at her back. Though the tie had changed now and again as they'd moved from place to place. 

“I wasn't sure which to wear,” she held out the boots and the sash and others then discarded those he felt were unnecessary while putting on the things he felt she would need. He was her guide and so much more and again, she was struck with that sense of the rightness of this adventure. 

More certain of herself now than she had been at even the entry into the land of air, she settled into a chair beside him and touched his arm. “Let me help you,” she said. “I know I'm only of so much good and baggage to carry about as well, but let me do anything small, anything you can give me to lighten your load.”