Hours later, thanks to Ravelina's light hands, Haribelle was standing in Lyria’s room wearing a guard’s uniform, though not one of the armored ones the guards typically wore outside the castle walls.
“I look ridiculous,” Haribelle stated, holding up her arms. It was true that she was swimming in fabric, her uniform several sizes too big.
Lyria spun in a circle in front of the mirror. Her outfit was also rather baggier than it should have been, though since she wasn’t as petite as Haribelle, it did fit somewhat better.
“The point isn’t to look great, it’s to blend in if someone happens to glance out a window or something. We don’t know that they didn’t see us last time, and we don’t know that they won’t be watching more carefully before sneaking out.”
Haribelle rolled her eyes. “I know,
