"Hmm..." Ethea studied Soren for a moment and started picking clothes. "That long-sleeved white shirt. Yes, that. And... to match your appearance... let's pick those brown trousers."
It took them more than twenty minutes to finish, but once they were done, Soren stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his collar. The white shirt fit him well, and the brown trousers complemented his hair and eyes. He strapped on the watch and slipped into the shoes, then turned back to face her.
"Well?"
Ethea looked him up and down, then gave him a thumbs-up. "You look handsome, dear!"
"Thank you." Soren smiled and walked over to her. He extended his hand, palm up, with a slight bow of his head. "Then, my lady, shall we?"
Ethea's eyes lit up. She placed her hand in his, and he gave it a gentle squeeze before moving behind her wheelchair to push her out of the room.
