[her fingers trace around the shape and the lace, the considerate softness but the frill surrounding it, and for a second, her horror and disgust and every other emotion she was feeling melts to a pure wonder, reflected in her expression. it must be cute - she wants to keep touching it, and a grin blooms.

if she could sparkle, she would.]

You've made it even lovelier than I could have hoped...I don't have the words to thank you enough.

[lace, frills...she loves these things, even if she can't see them, for the texture they imbue a garment with.]

It's wonderful. Almost too fine to wear, now.