Cifero shrugged. "I haven't looked at myself yet," he said, looking at his clothing choice. "Also, I think this might be your shirt, considering the style." The tank top was full-length and dark. "... I had to hurry to dress, I literally had just arrived when you came home." The crat continued to move some boxes. "I suppose I've felt some minor pains, but... it's probably not serious."
Cassy stifled a giggle. "That was Sierra... she didn't mean anything by it," the crat girl replied, taking a seat on the couch. "Do you need help with the jacket? Sorry about the holes in the back... these things have to go somewhere." She fluttered her wings.