"Thanks a lot, Vyne." Blazar's added again her voice soft with genuine gratitude, her fingers twisting together as she looked down at the floor. The weight of everything he'd done for her pressed against her chest like a stone.
Vyne smiled, his expression warm and understanding. "You'll need to change from that dress." He gestured toward the elegant gown she still wore.
Blazar let out a frustrated groan, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I have no clothes to change into." Her voice cracked slightly, the stress of the situation finally showing through her carefully built walls.
Without hesitation, Vyne walked to his closet with quick, determined steps. His hands moved efficiently as he pulled out a black shirt and white cargo pants with suspenders hanging from the sides. The fabric rustled softly as he gathered the clothes.
