Clarisse shrugs. "We don't make requests. It's more stuff that fits the person, or something related to their godly parent. Mine were usually red, with my spear on the front."

She finishes up the last stitch, and takes the boot knife she got for Satinalia (it's clean, swear) out to cut the thread. "There you go. How's it look?" She releases Ellie's arm.