-Perish the thought, milady,” En’en said, clearly shaken. Her hands quivered slightly as she passed Yao her clothing. “If there should ever be a gentleman worthy of you, Lady Yao, I would gladly sew your wedding garments myself.”
“Great. And what kind of man, exactly, would be worthy of me?”
“Wha?” En’en was shocked again.
Yao tied her sash and ran a comb through her damp hair.
“W-Well...” En’en said.