Mm, apparently it's more an issue if I want to cross to the other city. Apparently dressing like this is... not common. [Her smile was tight and constrained. She did want to go, but the thought just made her so uncomfortable.

It's not just an insult to Elizabeth, being a witch is a crime punishable by death. And she can think of no way worse way to go, except being executed by the axe.]

I spent longer then most people realise thinking I was going to die. Honestly, this is perfectly acceptable in comparison. She will not kill us, anything from there is a step up, frankly. That and there is this strange novelty of privacy. I own my own body again.