"It is alright," said the selkie, "I do not mind." She wanted desperately to know who this person was that he spoke of, but judging by how he was handling his dream she figured it would only cause him more pain.
Casticus, finding a break in their "moment", walked over to the selkie, arms crossed before muttering, "Put something on, Myfi," and tossing her a stack of her clothing. She looked down at the clothing in her lap, seeming to forget that she wasn't wearing any before slipping into them. She wore a forest green corset that almost looked as if it were made from leaves or some other part of nature along with a pair of simple brown shorts. Casticus looked away, it being habit even after growing up with her and having taken care of her.