She was up bright and early, digging through her limited wardrobe at the Sanctuary to find something suitable to wear. It stung her fashion-sense to only have part of her wardrobe available to her, but she was suffering through it well enough. If she didn?t find too many worthwhile outfits today she might have to make a run back to her house to pilfer a few more items from her closet there. For now, what she had at her disposal would have to do and she chose a black wrap dress that she wore over a pair of dark denims and a set of fey-slippers to match. All of it was easy to take off, which was good when shopping or when she was planning to be with Stephen.

A jacket was thrown on over the ensemble and she called out through the hall, ?I?m going out,? to whichever of the Sisters might be present. She didn?t want anyone worrying but it was taking her a while to get used to this courtesy thing, she was accustomed to just coming and going as she pleased. Out the door she went and through the streets of RhyDin in the early morning hours, businessmen just emerging to open their shops and a few school children running late. She had little trouble navigating her way through the somewhat empty streets towards the Red Dragon Inn, stopping to purchase two warm buns from one of the bakeries on the way.

Munching on one of the buns, she stepped into the Inn. Basically deserted this early in the morning, save for a few drunks leftover from the night before, Jewell passed through the common room and ascended the stairs to the rooms above. She was hoping Stephen hadn?t left yet for the day, going down to the docks or about some other business. She knocked softly on the door to room number seven, resisting the urge to just use the key she still kept for the room, and barging in on him. It was a very hard impulse to resist: waking him up by jumping on the bed and showering his face with kisses. With an iron will, she simply knocked again; ?Stephen, it?s Jewell.?

And what a good morning it was! She was just a tiny bit shocked by the state he was in when he answered the door but no sooner did the shock fade away than a cheshire grin played over her lips. Cheeks, rosy from her walk out in the cool morning air, dimpled as grey eyes unabashedly roved over him. Sometimes Jewell had no shame, like when she was blatantly staring at his chest before remembering that his face was up a little bit higher. Her cheeks didn?t even redden any further in the slightest bit of embarrassment as she finally did look up at his face and offer him a bright smile.

?If you greet all girls who knock on your door this way, I just may have a reason to be jealous.? Her smile showed she was kidding?maybe. Suddenly, though, she turned self-conscious as she felt an explanation for her presence so early in the morning was owed. ?I uh?you mentioned shopping the other night and it?s going to be a fairly nice day outside so I thought that if you weren?t busy maybe we could do that?? It was amazing how fast her words came rushing out and how clearly self-doubt was laced through them all. She somehow felt the need to tack on: ?You don?t have to if you don?t want to, I just thought that since I owed you a new hat and you mentioned it??

Now that she had fully exposed herself as no better than a nervous young girl speaking to her first beau, she just smiles at him.

She shook her head, perfectly fine waiting. Leaning up against the door frame, her eyes followed him as he went about getting ready. They were no longer confined to just staring at his chest, making his whole body her observation. She was appraising his arms, the way he moved, his back as he put his shirt on.

His modesty around her made her smile. So caught up in daydreaming and blatantly checking him out, it took her a few moments to realize a question had been asked and he was waiting on her answer. She had that startled, "Caught!" look, cheeks staining red as she tried to rapidly think back and figure out what it was he was asking about. Closing the door, jumping into bed and forgetting all about shopping? No, that's what you were thinking about, dirty girl. Though the idea has some merit..

Then she looked down at her half-finished breakfast roll, forgotten by this point, and laughed. She held up the other one, whole and also forgotten, that she had purchased for him, laughing a touch. "Uh...yeah. I forgot I got it for you."

It was amazing how quickly the room (and reality in general) flitted away as soon as his eyes locked with hers. She freely gave up the breakfast roll to him, lost in a sea of green as she was. Only when he turned away to finish dressing did she come back down to RhyDin from whatever dreamy little cloud she had been floating on.

Brows went up at his description of the outfit she should get. She pictured it on her in her mind?s eye, only without the whole being on a ship scenario exactly, and gave a little nod. There was the possibility she could make it work. Honestly, she was pretty sure she could make any type of clothing work, even a burlap sack if she ever had to.

?Ready?? She asked, barely able to hide her light laughter at the sight he provided with his cheeks sticking out like her son?s liked to do at the dinner table. ?Baby, I was born ready to shop. Let?s go.? Turning, she stepped out of the room.