"Nolan, why are you spacing out?"
Seira's worried voice snapped Nolan out of his reverie. He looked at her confused expression, then shook his head slightly.
"It's okay," he replied gently as he slowly stood up. "We'll be leaving in fifteen minutes. If you want to wash up, do it now. I brought a change of clothes for both of us in my magic storage, so you can relax."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
Seira watched Nolan's lonely back, then fell into deep thought.
Fifteen minutes later, Seira stood before Nolan with a fresh new look.
She had just finished washing up and was wearing the outfit Nolan had prepared earlier.
It consisted of a long-sleeved white blouse, a knee-length skirt, and a pair of black stockings.
Not to mention, she was also wearing white shoes that, for some reason, felt incredibly comfortable.
"Nolan, these clothes… where did you get them?"
