In a matter of minutes she returns, dry and changed. Still slightly damp tresses had been pulled back and pinned up in a mass of golden curls, a few having escaped and fallen to frame her face.
Gown of light blue now adorns her, elegant, and yet simple in it's style. Bodice fit snugly, skirt flared loosely at hip, long sleeves, wrists trimmed in a darker blue, modest scoop neckline almost trimmed in darker color.
Only a pale pink rouge was added to lips, no other makeup used, for none was needed. Cheeks were fairly pink from the slight chill she had gotten. The fire reflects in eyes of blue, causing them to appear brighter yet.
Quietly making her way down the stairs gaze scans the room, falling 'pon Nick. Lips curving into a smile she steps over to him, slipping into a chair next to him.
