Fendros continued to anxiously stare at the space in front of him while he calmed himself, but nodded at Ahnasha's words. "I understand. I'm...I'm sorry to put you through that, it was a stupid idea." Fendros stood up and emptied out the bucket he had filled overboard, then picked up Rhazii's cloth to find a place for it to dry. Even though he had done some breathing to slow his heartbeat, his dexterity left something to comparatively be desired. "Perhaps if we keep thinking, we'll find something else to try," Fendros said with false hope in his voice.

"Yes, the dresses are hard to run in. Or climb things in, or anything really. I have worn a pretty dress, though. I think that's why people wear them. I don't normally try to make myself look pretty, but being in that dress felt...it felt nice." Sabine put her hands together, "Maybe it's like hair. Imperial women don't seem to mind wearing annoying clothes and pulling at their hair to look pretty. Maybe if you make yourself look really pretty, it's even nicer? It seems like a lot of trouble."