Giving Jean some breathing room, Mo'rtajha does take a few steps back. her hands clasp behind her back, tail flicking with happy energy as she rocks back and forth on her heels. Something akin to a purr greets Jean when they look her way again.

"I think so too. 'Tis a fetching shade on you, yes. We'll have to save up and see about befriending a seamstress or two, hm? I have been wanting a dress for mineself as well, something breezy and light, so I can dance for hours without breaking a sweat!" She flashes Jean a grin.

"Unless you've the coin to buy yours now. But either way, 'tis something to look forward to!"