Ellana isn't used to being fussed over in such a way, at least not usually. When getting her dress for the soiree, the tailors mostly talked around her instead of to her, but they did plan an impressive dress that made her feel like some sort of woodland princess. But talk of her figure, coloration, and whatever else isn't something she often hears. At least it's positive talk? She takes a tendril of hair and runs her fingers through it, a bit bashful.

"What about... gray and blue? I thought Felix might like it."