[ leia pulls a dress from a rack to rebekah's left, holding it up to herself. the skirt is too long. far too long. the fabric pools in a pile at her feet, and the petite princess shoves it back between the others with an annoyed huff. for all that she complained about having to hold still and not enjoying being treated like someone's dress up doll, clothes were a lot easier to find when she had people tailoring them to her measurements. ]