Ivarr didn't think twice about her sudden nakedness, himself preferring not to wear a stitch of clothing whenever possible. It didn't matter if it was Russia in winter, creatures like they were did not get bothered by the chill air, the snow, or modesty. "Of course." He took it from her, watching as her wings became visible and snapped into position.
Watching Ilinca fly made him feel like a foal again, young and wide-eyed, during a time the fae had much more freedom to be themselves and sustain themselves naturally. It was a wonderful sight to behold and he was suddenly seized by the desire for playfulness. He took off running in looping circles underneath her, the dress that he still clutched in one hand flowing out behind him. "It's good!" he called up to her. "You look very good!"