Her flutes bunch up at the sides in a way that suggests she’s smiling.

“I do like purple. Actually, that might have been a better match for this dress. Perhaps the next time I wear it, I will wear a purple laquer to match.”

Drelasa laughs softly.

“I am growing more comfortable with the notion. I didn’t used to like others being able to see any more of my body than absolutely necessary, but there are so many people here who have taught me how to feel beautiful in my own skin. A spa day… yes, I think that would be a lovely thing to ease these aching joints.”