Re: Dress Shop
It was a lie and not a good one at that, but she approved of the sentiment behind it and the desire to keep such a thing hidden.
Anothe smile, this one a touch more reassuring as those lovely eyes took in her borrowed form. Terror was not the desired outcome for this meeting, unlike other times when she chose to speak and it had been a very long time since she'd chosen to put anyone at ease. Probably as long since she'd last indulged herself in more physical pursuits. At the question, the tip of her tongue slid out to moisten her lips.
If she was not in her own body, then someone else was in hers. It was not a thought she wanted to dwell on. It was out of her control (for the moment) and this? This was so much easier to influence and change. "It's not." her hands remained down, palms still showing as she took a slow step towards the foreign host of a known body. "They might be," she finally said, honesty in her tone. "Or maybe they'd be proud of you for taking the opportunity for what it is."