Her head dipped again at the sound of his name, so the serpent did not lie the serpent does not lie. Sindra followed the gesture of his hand to the dress laid out, something suited more towards his lady or a concubine of some favor. "If it pleases," she replied. The master of the ship turned away and went to his desk.
She stripped off the soaked linen, draping the dress in the least offensive place she could find; a plain wood stool at one side. Sindra picked up the fresh gown, remembering the softness of the silk that had been hers when she was still a bed slave and not a 'finder of things'.
It was loose at the breasts, its intended must have been more generously gifted in that area.
Sindra quickly fastened the dress in place and took the seat as instructed, though a stool, not the other chair. "I am clothed and am thankful for your generosity." She lifted her eyes only for a moment before dropping them down to her hands.