"Sorry," Irisa apologised, trying awkwardly to help Zelda dry off. She wasn't all that good at people, but she couldn't help being curious. "Yeah, I'm fine...thanks," she gestured vaguely to Zelda's dress. "Sorry about your dress, it's very pretty," she told her, keeping her head down and shifting from foot to foot, suddenly feeling out of place in this candy stripe wonderland in her boots, black jeans, off the shoulder band t-shirt and jacket.