Bitterblue had given up the standard set of clothing the Owmi gave upon arrival. At least for day wear, she found they made excellent sleepwear. She understood the drive to seek for something more reminiscent from home, though her dresses were actually from home via that mysterious magic of this place, and they were quite different from even what the Owmi dresses were like.

She caught glimpse of the woman just as she sighed and put down the thing in her hand and moved onto the next.

It made Bitterblue want to approach her.

"Hello," she offered. "Are you enjoying the Owmi shops?"