"You're the expert." Nina let her hand slide away and followed Krem when he left the desk. "This is all over my head," she confessed. "I just know what I want, and I also know that fitting things to someone like me takes a little extra effort."

The pre-made clothes here were good, most of the time. Sometimes she wondered what shape of person they had been designed for, because sometimes she found things in her size that didn't fit all of her the way she thought they ought.

These were two pieces she wasn't going to leave to chance. Maybe she'd never find herself back in the Second Army, but she missed her kefta and she longed for something to wear in winter that reminded her of home.