[She disconnects, and probably only arrives a few seconds before he does.
Jasnah is tired, and still a little bruised, and deeply comforted to be dressed again in her havah. The dress is the same subdued colour as the jumpsuit, slit high up the thigh over a pair of black trousers. It's a little like an ao dai from Earth, except it has a very military cut about the collar and shoulders, and the sleeves extend right down to the wristbone. As always, she wears her black glove on the left hand. It's not the formal dress of an Alethi noblewoman, that'd involve a lot more silk and brocade and long skirts perfect for tripping on instead of ending at the knee. Instead, she could be one of the scouts in her army. Or more properly, a general in it; it's exactly the sort of thing she'd wear in the field.
She glances up when Alex enters, and heads to meet him at one of the replicating stations.]
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[She disconnects, and probably only arrives a few seconds before he does.
Jasnah is tired, and still a little bruised, and deeply comforted to be dressed again in her havah. The dress is the same subdued colour as the jumpsuit, slit high up the thigh over a pair of black trousers. It's a little like an ao dai from Earth, except it has a very military cut about the collar and shoulders, and the sleeves extend right down to the wristbone. As always, she wears her black glove on the left hand. It's not the formal dress of an Alethi noblewoman, that'd involve a lot more silk and brocade and long skirts perfect for tripping on instead of ending at the knee. Instead, she could be one of the scouts in her army. Or more properly, a general in it; it's exactly the sort of thing she'd wear in the field.
She glances up when Alex enters, and heads to meet him at one of the replicating stations.]