she's the kind of girl you can never please
There is a small stroke of insecurity that colors her inquiry, and Hotaru is quick to smooth over it with a small, warm smile. "Absolutely you can. Confidence is all it takes - nobody will ever know you didn't wear it from your toddling years." And Alys, from Hotaru's point of view, is at least blunt enough to come off as confident regardless of how she perceives herself. As Alys heads off to the mirror, Hotaru turns to converse with Estus in hushed tones. She shops here frequently, so most of these are prepared for the Valkyrie herself. It is merely a perfect stroke of luck that Alys is so similarly sized - and Ru is happy to forsake her own future wardrobe for the newcomer, especially given how packed full her massive closet usually is. It helps that Hotaru often avoids these shades given her warmer tones and blonde hair. Almost like fate, wouldn't you say? Hotaru titters to herself in quiet amusement as she returns to the Seer, who turns with the cloak already donned.
"It looks marvelous on you! It really brings color to your cheeks," she fawns, not an ounce of it insincere - if a bit over the top, given her adoration for dressing up others. "There's plenty of internal pockets, too. And the hood is silk lined, so it won't mess up your hair. Something Estus always ensures with my orders," she confides with a wink, confident in sharing this secret of utmost importance with her new friend. "There's four good colors in current stock, take them all. Estus can put it on my tab." Hotaru doesn't really care about the cost, it's nothing she can't pay.
Hotaru
