"No, it's okay, sister." Rasha rubbed her eyes and shook her head. Then, with a big sigh, she settled herself. "I need to wear something more appropriate," she said, looking down at her nightgown, then headed to the wardrobe. "No need for the stylist, she's an acquaintance," she said, and pulled out a blue dress and trousers, that bloomed with black flowers embroidered up her legs, wings and over her chest. She looked in the mirror, and hastily groomed her feathers, and pinned jewellery to her brow, framing her eyes. He turned and presented herself to Kha'lin. "What do you think?"