“Come.” I usher her toward the clothing stall before she can protest further.
When we get there, the merchant holds up the blue tunic I selected. “Will this work, sir?”
I gesture to Astra. “She’ll need matching pants, as well.”
“I can pick out my own clothes,” Astra insists.
“You had your chance. You wandered off instead.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but the merchant is already wrapping up her new outfit. Once he’s finished, I look at Astra expectantly.
When she only stares back at me, I glance at the pouch in her hands. She holds it out to me, but I shake my head.
“You’re going to manage my money from now on,” I inform her. “Pay the vendor.”
She blinks at me in confusion, then carefully counts out the appropriate coins to the merchant, who accepts them with a grateful nod.
