Winter purses her lips with squinted eyes. She takes the clothes from him and presses them to his body to see how it would look on him. She tilts her head, then hands then back to her. “Pick out some pants, and go change. Changing rooms are over there,” she points to a corner of the store set up with individual changing rooms. “Come find me when your finished. I’ll look for more stuff you could try on.”

Ivy sighs, then chews her lip, sitting up. She plays with her charms, and her eye catches on him fidgeting with a wooden charm. She drops her necklace and carefully fingers the wooden carving. “What do they say?” She asks quietly of the hieroglyphs scratched into the wood.