Finally, it was done, and they stepped back.
Thalor was now draped in a layered leather skirt that fell to his knees, held together with a wide belt that Noah must have pulled from his own collection. They'd draped a light fur wrap over one of his shoulders to cover his chest, though it did very little to hide the sheer scale of the man.
Thalor now looked like a handsome warrior-prince from a lost civilization, rather than a sea prince with gills and fins. It was, unfortunately, a very good look.
In their quest to hide as much skin as possible, they let the most important part on display. That chest was going nowhere.
"There," Noah sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. "He's covered."
Thalor looked down at himself, poking at the leather with a confused finger. He walked a few steps, his gait awkward as he adjusted to the friction of fabric against skin. It felt too odd, and no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand why the land folks needed to wear so many layers.
